The Third Human Emperor, Ximen Juesheng, was glad.
Truly glad.
If someone really was plotting behind Humanity's back, then a war was inevitable, and once a war began, justification would follow.
And with justification, he could move Heaven and Earth without restraint.
The only problem was that he himself was still sealed in this realm.
'…How troublesome,' he thought.
Still, his gaze returned to Yu Xuan.
'But if this child is merely a natural-born freak… that complicates things even more.'
Ximen Juesheng immediately dismissed the idea.
Natural freaks are not that easily born.
For a human to be born with such momentum, such compatibility with destiny itself, this was not something that happened naturally.
A child like this could only be born of old monsters.
The kind that hid in the dark, refined for eras, and treated bloodlines like experiments.
A village boy suddenly becoming the center of attention in the capital was already suspicious.
