Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Xu Shi walked out of the meeting room, teleporting to her cultivation room. She took out the imprint, looking at it in a daze.

She has been thinking about this moment for a very long time, but when faced with the outcome, she hesitated.

'Have I changed? Has power got to my mind, turning me into someone else? Or is there another reason for my confusion?'

She did some retrospective on herself, concluding she was running away from her problem. The relationship dynamic with her husband will have to fundamentally change after reviving him.

However, he might not be able to accept such a fact. So, what will happen then? There will probably be many contradictions; if not resolved properly, they might go their separate ways.

She exhaled deeply, reigning in her mind.

'Let's first learn the [Existence Reconstruction.'

Xu Shi took out the information, preparing to review it. However, before she even started, she detected someone outside her room.

“Teacher Qiu Jin, what is it?” asked Xu Shi directly through Divine Sense.

“I'm sorry to bother you, Headmaster,” said Qiu Jin, bowing deeply.

“I was just wondering about my student?”

Xu Shi frowned as, in an instant, she realized many things. A few people in the Academy were worried because she did not mention much about Lin Fan.

So, they sent his former teacher and Dao Protector to ask. As to why they are in such a hurry? She also figured it out.

Firstly, it's because she is still only half an Emperor of the Academy.

More importantly, the Academy wants to train him to be the second Heavenly Emperor.

'With his son as the first Heavenly Emperor, under the training of such a monster, how dare they think Lin Fan can prove Dao in the second generation?'

“I'm working on it,” replied Xu Shi. “Tell these people to not forget Wang Tian is still there.”

Qiu JIn's face changed. Because of Wang Wei's overwhelming presence, people seemed to have forgotten that terrible swordsman. With his presence, who dare say they will be the second Heavenly Emperor?

Qiu Jin bowed before leaving.

Sword Casting Villa:

Jian Wushuang waited for all the delegates to return. As soon as they appeared, a meeting of the highest order took place. They reviewed every detail of the court.

“So, our villa has an Immortal Sovereign?” He was not stupid and guessed why their faction was the only one in the Eastern Continent that was canonized.

So, he looked at his master for confirmation, but his master appeared as ignorant as ever.

“My apology for not telling the truth,” said Casting One. “The Guardian asked that I was the only person privy to this information.”

“It's fine,” said Jian Wushuang. Although he was not happy, he knew this was not the time to focus on such a thing. “The important thing is how to deal with the list.”

“Our main problem is the Sea Race. I doubt they will allow us to divide their territory so easily, and with two Immortal Sovereigns, it can be an issue.”

“Not necessarily. The Heavenly Emperor does not seem to trust the Sea Race. We can use his name as a warning, preventing them from interfering.”

“That's a good way, but will that cause conflict with the Heavenly Emperor?”

“I think it's worth trying. After all, we are still a faction with an Immortal Sovereign. The worst-case scenario is we apologize and pay for our actions.”

“Should we ask the guardian for his input?”

“Maybe, after all, such a major decision should not be taken lightly.”

Jian Wushuang immediately frowned after hearing this

conversation. However, he did not say anything, but the emotions in his eyes were vivid.

Suddenly, a powerful will descended on the room.

“Do not forget who is the master of the villa,” said an old voice. “Sect master, please come see me after this meeting.”

The will disappeared, leaving everybody in shock. Meanwhile, Jian Wushuang had glowing eyes.

“Sect master, what do you think of this plan?”

“There is no problem,” nodded Jian Wushiang. “But we can take steps to prevent contradicting the court.”

“Oh, do you have any suggestions?”

“We can team up with the Yin Moon Palace and The Five Element Balance Palace to pressure the Ancient Clan to give us more positions in the east.”

“This method might work. But it's obvious the Heavenly Emperor wants to use us as his sword against the Ancient Clan. Is that alright?”

“The way I see it, we have three choices,” replied Jian Wushuang.

“We can be the enemy of the Sea Race with 2 Immortal Sovereigns, the enemy of the Ancient Clan with one 6-Star Primarch, or the enemy of the Heavenly Emperor, so which one to choose?”

He calmly looked at everyone whose eyes kept twitching.

“Well, the Ancient Clan is an excellent choice.”

“I concur, Fellow Daoist.”

Although these people were not present for the meeting, they experienced the horror of the Heavenly Emperor through the spells of their representative.

“Wise choice,” concurred Jian Wushuang. The meeting continued for hours before Jian Wushuang left to see the guardians. He soon found himself in a room divided into two.

The side he stood on was brightly lit, while the other side was an endless darkness that even he could not see through.

“Sect master.”

“I have seen the Guardian,” bowed Jian Wushuang.

“My seal is not completely lifted, so I cannot meet you yet.”

“Guardian, do you know when you will be completely free?”

“I should know the exact date after the second court meeting.”

Jian Wushuang immediately sensed that things were not simple based on that answer.

“I don't have much time, so let's get to business,” said the old voice.

“I have made a deduction and learned there might be a chance for you to prove the Dao in this generation. So be prepared.”

Jian Wushuang's eyes almost popped from his head. With his state of mind, he could not control his emotions, embarrassing himself before the noblest individual in the villa.

“Lord Guardian, are you serious?”

“Why would I lie about such a thing,” replied the voice. “So, you must be prepared. Reach the peak of your potential and wait for this opportunity.”

“I-I will,” replied Jian Wuhsuang.

Western Continent, Devil Cultivator Meeting:

“Damn, that Heavenly Emperor and all his bullshit. Why is he targeting us?”

“There is no point in cussing. We need a plan; otherwise, we might not survive this generation.”

“How is our previous plan going?” asked the Mo Clan Patriarch.

“In such a short time, how could we cultivate an Immortal Sovereign,” said a woman with a creepy voice.

“The world was sealed, so we did not even have much time to contact other World Communities.”

“The issue is whether such a plan is still feasible. Can we leave this world without the Heavenly Emperor knowing? After knowing what we are trying to do, would that accelerate our destruction?”

“So, what should we do?”

“I say we will continue the plan.”

“I disagree.”

“Then, do you have a better option?”

“I say we surrender to these bald monks?”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“Don't they have the concept of putting down the knife and becoming Buddha? I say we surrender to them and convert into monks?”

“Fuck you. I would rather die than surrender to these monks.”

“I agree.”

“It would be better to surrender to the court instead of these bald monks.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“We can just become the thugs of the Heavenly Emperor. At least, it's better than these bald monks.”

“That might not be a bad idea.”

“Don't listen to that bastard. I suspect he is a spy of the court.”

“You're a spy of the court. Bastard, don't think I know you hated me because I know you stole–”

“Shut up.”

“Enough,” roared the Mo Clan Patriarch. “We are on the verge of destruction, and you guys are bickering like children.”

Everyone calmed down, but a seed was planted in many people's minds. Mo Patriarch knew this after seeing the reactions of some people.

“We need to acquire a God Position and one of the highest levels.

Then, by using it, we can cultivate an Immortal Sovereign.”

“How exactly are we going to do that? It's obvious the court is not a fan of us.”

“I have a three-part plan,” said the Mo Patriarch. “Firstly, some of us do need to surrender to the court, becoming their thug. Such a method should bring us some grace to the Heavenly Emperor, preventing him from interfering in our process of getting a position.

“Secondly, we must focus on Ao Shen. We will try to get some positions from–by any means necessary.

“Finally, we need to clean up our own garden and offer tribute to the Heavenly Court.”

Everyone's faces changed as they realized the meaning behind these words.

“Who is it going to be?” asked another devil.

“We cannot send our best sect to the court, but we also cannot send our weakest one. So, someone in the middle,” continued the Mo Patriarch.

“As for the clean-up…”