In two years, the nine stars would align, and a great divine power would manifest.
Could Emperor Zhetian, who had fallen five hundred years ago, truly be seeking to borrow the power of heaven to resurrect himself, just as they now suspected?
Such a conjecture was almost unimaginable.
"With our current strength, wouldn't trying to take on the Sacred Emperor be like hurling eggs against a rock?"
Although Emperor Zhetian had fallen five hundred years ago, to Yang Qing and the others, his might as the Sacred Emperor had yet to fade.
In some places, he was still worshipped by the people, who prostrated themselves before him.
For the many kingdoms now living and flourishing on this continent, much of what they possessed and many of their customs had been inherited from Emperor Zhetian's era.
It would be no exaggeration to say that all these people had been shaped by Emperor Zhetian's teachings.
Yet now, they were discussing how to deal with Emperor Zhetian.
Anyone who overheard them would think they had all gone mad.
The man had been dead for centuries, yet they were still trying to devise ways to confront him?
But Yang Qing and the others increasingly felt that their suspicions were very likely true.
Along their journey, they had encountered far too many things that defied belief.
They had also witnessed far too much that could not be explained by common sense.
And they had encountered or seen so many heavenly treasures and extraordinary individuals.
Even they themselves, having survived this long, had probably become aberrations in the eyes of others.
And all of it had begun when they came into contact with those secret treasures of the Eastern Radiance Ancient Kingdom.
"Everyone says that only by following heaven's will can we live our lives in