Ye Jun was genuinely surprised to hear that, and the same went for Song Liangxue. The silence stretched across the underground vault, the dense, concentrated Qi humming quietly around the massive shelves of forbidden artifacts.
But as the initial shock receded, his mind began to trace the logic of the revelation. If he thought about it calmly, it was only natural. The prophetic dream he had witnessed about the Convergence had placed an immense, absolute emphasis on the Monarchs.
In those fragmented memories of the apocalyptic sky, they were the towering pillars who repelled the encroaching madness every single time. Nothing else seemed to work. Not the massive armies of sects, not the high-tier array formations, and not the combined strength of the Saint Realm powerhouses.
