Fate was a very mysterious thing.
Many cultivators had experienced countless life and death situations before finally breaking through the Dao. Their minds and bodies had reached the other shore, and they had become the Great Emperor …
However, just when they thought that they were in control of their own destinies, they discovered that things were not as they had imagined.
They would still be killed by powerful beings like the Evil Emperor.
There were still forbidden areas that they did not dare to set foot in.
There were still opponents from the outside world who were as powerful as them, or even more powerful.
…
Often, after realizing this, the cultivation path that they thought had come to an end would be continued by their subjective initiative.
This was a path that led to a higher level of freedom …
Control of fate.
The number one Connate Emperor, Dark Blade, could be said to be the first person in the entire Nine Heavens to embark on this path of cultivation.
Hence, his understanding of fate, as well as the reverence toward fate that came from it, surpassed everyone else.
He had walked many paths.
He had also seen many paths that others had taken.
Some paths that he had taken were wrong.
Some paths that he had seen others take were wrong.
But to put it bluntly, they all had their own paths to take.
But just then, he heard something that sent chills down his spine.
What was fate? This was something that even emperors were still searching for …
What was fate? What was it? Or rather, what did it signify?
Dark Blade's entire body was chilled to the bone, and he was almost unable to think.
The first thought that popped up in his mind was that Xie Tian was no longer fated to be an emperor in this life, the next life, the life after that.
The second thought that popped up made him feel an immense pain.
Because the real Xie Tian who lived in the Kingdom of the Nine States, who lived by his side, and who lived in his heart, had suddenly become a projection.
A shadow was a person who had no fate.
No matter how much this projection struggled to survive, no matter how bravely he pressed forward …
Everything was just an illusion. It had become the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Hence, when the second thought popped up in his mind, it was no longer a question of whether he could become an emperor or not.
Even living was an illusion, what hope was there left?
"How, how could this be … How, how could this be …"
Dark Blade's consciousness seemed to have been sucked out, and his voice was hollow.
This was the Tremor of the Dark Blade that Evil Moon had never heard of.
"If I'm not wrong, it's Xie Tian's enemy."
After a pause, Xie Yue said softly, "But I'm not sure how many Great Emperors his enemies have to invite, how much power they have to gather, and how great a price they have to pay to sever their destiny."
After saying that, Evil Moon also fell into silence.
But not long after, he mocked himself, "Perhaps, I should ask his enemies what kind of enmity they have for them to cut off their fate at all costs …"
The Emperor weapon had left.
The owner of the thatched cottage, who was self-disciplined and cautious to the point of insanity, did not return to his usual gentle and calm expression. Instead, it became even more gloomy.
He could target Lu Feiyang.
He could make Lu Feiyang his enemy.
He could hit Lu Feiyang when he was down after the biggest setback of his life.
He could even spend countless eras waiting for Lu Feiyang, the cripple who had disappeared, to grow up. Then, under the name of the Lu Family, he would continue to do something to Lu Feiyang.
…
On a certain level, he was omnipotent.
But this did not mean that there were some things he could do, and it did not mean that even if he did, others could find out about it.
Everything had a limit.
To use a common saying to describe it, everyone had to follow the rules in everything they did.
And even if he had the ability to cut off his fate, even if he really did it, he absolutely could not let others know.
But someone knew.
Heh, fate?
Are you sure he still has such a thing?
Not only did these two simple sentences reject his request, but they also turned into a sharp sword that directly pierced the deepest part of his defense.
As his heart trembled, he instinctively began to think. How did the other party know about this?
But just like how he had done this, it was also abnormally difficult to leak this matter.
Because it was not only him, the leader, but all existences who had participated in that matter had the same attitude as him — they could do it, they could not say it, and they could not leak it.
So he could not think about this question.
So what was left was to figure out why the other party had revealed this matter at this time.
Once he began to think about this question, he felt very fortunate.
Fortunate that the other party would reveal this matter at this unimportant moment.
Otherwise, he could not imagine how much shock and impact it would cause if this matter was revealed at this incomparably important moment, and how much danger it would bring to him.
He believed that people did things with a purpose.
This was especially true for great emperors who did not act lightly.
"So, you must have a request …"
When thinking extended to the area that he was very good at, things became very simple.
It was nothing more than to feed the other party.
But there was a precondition — it had to be within one's ability.
Once it exceeded one's ability, the matter would develop into a life and death struggle.
Moreover, both sides were very wary of doing things that would lead to a life and death struggle …
As the need and the satisfaction of the need continued to deepen, both sides would also constantly test the other party's bottom line.
Until then, this matter would truly come to an end.
The owner of the thatched cottage did not know how much he would have to pay in order to continue this kind of need and satisfaction of the need …
But smart people often knew when to stop.
And was a great emperor who was very good at prying into heaven's secrets smart?
The answer was obvious.
Thinking about this, he subconsciously felt that he had made a bad move by inviting the other party here.
The great emperor would not act lightly.
Even if the other party owed him a favor …
But really, in this world, except for the head of the Lu Family, Lu Ya, who was not an emperor would dare to ask the great emperor to return a favor?
"You are like this, the three of them are like this, and I'm afraid even Emperor Miao is like this …"
Since he had been tricked by the great emperor, the extremely demanding owner of the thatched cottage began to reflect on himself.
But not long after the reflection, his face that was gradually getting better suddenly became gloomy again.
He suddenly realized …
His speculation of the great emperor's intention was completely from the perspective that was most beneficial to him.
"He just wants to blackmail me …"
"And he knows that I have a bottom line …"
What if it was not?
What if the other party was too angry about this matter and had no bottom line to ask for?
What if the other party thought that he had grasped his weakness and was unscrupulous?
…
Of course, all the above what-ifs were not the worst what-ifs.
When the owner of the thatched cottage's face instantly became as dead as water …
The last what-ifs appeared in his mind —
"What if the other party pointed out this matter and did not want to blackmail me …"
(End of this chapter)
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