Shattering the void was every martial artist's dream.
But throughout the ages, how many had managed it?
Shattering the void simply wasn't that easy. It required tremendous opportunities, tremendous fortune, formidable strength, and supreme talent.
Wu Ming believed his strength and talent were more than adequate, but he lacked those tremendous opportunities and fortune, so he intended to create them himself.
As long as he became emperor, the fortune of heaven and earth would naturally gather around him.
Then everything beneath heaven would belong to him, and naturally, so would all the martial teachings and treasures in the world.
Without contending for the world and gathering its fortune, how could he shatter the void?
Even if he couldn't shatter the void after becoming ruler of the world, he wouldn't lose out. At least he would have enjoyed a lifetime of power.
Of course, he had a second choice: follow Lin Lang's example, support a puppet emperor, and become the power behind the scenes.
Who could shatter the void?
Lin Lang looked at Wu Ming. "Every one of those Martial Arts Myths has a chance."
The culmination of the martial arts myth realm was shattering the void.
Wu Ming shook his head. "No, not every Martial Arts Myth has that chance. Apart from those killed by other Martial Arts Myths, do you know how many ultimately died of old age? Others forcibly attempted to shatter the void and died from the backlash."
"Only those Martial Arts Myths with the greatest talent, perseverance, and power have any chance of shattering the void."
Lin Lang countered, "Heavenly Saber Song Que of Southern Yue has unparalleled saber techniques. I heard he recently became a Martial Arts Myth. Does he have no chance?"
Wu Ming's face filled with disdain. "If his saber techniques were truly