“So, you’re not going to say anything?” asked Ji Su. Unfortunately, Wang Wei ignored him and continued to pull the sword out of Sun Jiaolong’s body. The process was not a peaceful one.
“You should understand that the Path of Emperor is cruel. If you do not want to lose people close to you, don’t participate,” said Li Jun.
“You, shut up. This has nothing to do with you. My brother died unjustly before he could grow and develop; he had his entire life in front of him, but you people took it from him.”
“Unjustly? There are no just people who participate in the Throne Battle,” scoffed Li Jun. “Furthermore, your brother would not have ended in that situation if you people kept your words and handed over the token.
ραꪒⅆα ꪒꪫꪥꫀꪶ “You cannot even keep your words, and yet, you’re talking about being unjust. What a joke?”
Ji Su looked at Li Jun with red eyes while veins kept popping on his forehead. He then removed it from his eyes before looking at Wang Wei.
“Is that how you feel as well? Don’t you have any remorse for your actions?”
Wang Wei frowned slightly. He diverted part of his spiritual power to destroy Ji Su’s Primordial Spirit instantly. But an invisible force seemed to block his attack.
Moreover, he could not feel, see, or sense what kind of power it was. On top of that, he did a few simulations to kill his opponent before he could react. However, in all the timelines he saw, that invisible power prevented him from succeeding.
“Would it matter if I felt any remorse?” wrote Wang Wei back in the air.
“What do you mean?”
“Forget that your hands are also stained with numerous lives, but you never regret them. So, would it matter if I felt remorse? In your current state driven by hatred, would that matter?”
Ji Su quieted down for a few seconds before saying: “Maybe, you’re right. All that matters is that I get to avenge my brother.” He then took out a sword and drove it into his heart without hesitation.ᴘᴀ ᴅᴀ n ᴏ ᴠʟ
Ji Su coughed a mouthful of blood, and while his vitality slowly drained away, he smiled as he reminisced about his brother. Ji Su was the kind of person that was very aware of his strength, limitations, and flaws.
So, once he started cultivating, he knew he did not have the talent and, more importantly, the ambitions to become a Great Emperor. After all, not everyone had the desire to pursue immortality and eternity.
The Emperor Path is long and tortuous: a path full of blood, death, and loneliness. After sitting on that throne, one can acquire glory, wealth, power, and everlastingness.
However, not many people can remain the same person they were at the beginning of their journey. The final winner usually must sacrifice their morality, humanity, and even their friends and loved ones.
So, although the throne is the most desired position in the Endless Void, not everyone can or are willing to compete for it, and Ji Su was one of these people.
So, when he held Ji Song for the first time, he finally understood his innermost desire; he wanted to be a supporting role in that Great Competition, not the leading role.
It was a perfect position; he could one day achieve immortality while not having to go through all the trials and tribulations. So, he dedicated all his life to making his brother a Great Emperor. He began to focus on strategy so that he could be helpful.
Ji Su also ensured that his brother had a happy childhood. As a Heaven Chosen born with the Heavy Ax Physique, Ji Song has many people praising him and expectations placed on him.
Growing up in such an environment was not ideal and could affect most children mentally. And the only reason he could have a childhood at all and develop normally was because of Ji Su.
He was the only person who never showed his expectations, goals, dreams, and hopes for Ji Song. Ji Su treated him like his little brother, nothing more and nothing else.
At some point, Ji Su did not know whether he was doing all this for his brother’s state of mind or because he genuinely wanted him to have a great life.
After Ji Song’s defeat in the Qi Luck Trial, Ji Su watched how much he pushed himself beyond his limit–especially to temper his body. He had never seen his brother in such pain–both physically and spiritually. pᴀda nᴏvel
And a significant part of him wanted to convince Ji Song to give up the competition and focus on living his life normally. Anyway, with his physique, he could become a great cultivator and live for a few million years.
Unfortunately, he knew that this was pointless. Ji Song was not like him: he had ambitions, drive, and talent. Not to mention that the entire dynasty was counting on him.
So, Ji Su motivated and supported him instead; he ensured that Ji Song did not let a few defeats affect his state of mind and Dao Heart.
Then came the fateful day. Ji Su watched as someone tore his little brother apart in front of trillions of people before being refined into a pill. What’s worse was that his father and Great Wu’s people did nothing.
They bowed their heads to his brother’s killers to appease them. This act was unacceptable to Ji Su, so he took things into his hand.
While blood dripped from his mouth, Ji Su smiled viciously at Wang Wei. Li Jun took a small step forward, wanting to stay in front of his big brother and protect him. However, after seeing his calm and composed demeanor, he stopped and observed while being on guard.
Then, black marks started to appear all over Wang Wei’s body. He glanced at them before words appeared in front of him.
“A curse? You’re gravely mistaken if you think this is enough to get your vengeance.”
Ji Su laughed aloud like a madman before replying: “No, I know this would not be enough. I never underestimate an enemy, let alone a monster like you.”
He then crushed a talisman from his space ring. Immediately afterward, an enormous multicolored dragon appeared in the distance, visible throughout the entire Myriad Emperor World by all cultivators.
The dragon roared to the Heavens; its roar was full of pain, sadness, and reluctance. Then, it shattered into billions of motes of light of different colors.
“That’s the Great Zhou’s Qi Luck Dragon,” said Li Jun. “What have you done?”
His words had not finished before the black spots on Wang Wei’s body turned purple and spread to 95% of his body. Li Jun’s face became pale after seeing this; however, before he could react, Wang Wei appeared in front of Ji Su.
His instinct told him that this guy was no longer protected. He grabbed the latter’s head and searched his Primordial Spirit.
‘Curse of Hatred? Another curse that can affect a person’s Existence? They should be from the same creator.’
He understood many things. Ji Su was crazy enough to sacrifice the luck of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty to power and strengthen the curse to a higher level–just like Su Ya did.
Luckily, he was not Lin Fan.
Suddenly, Wang Wei split into two. One side of him still had the markings on their bodies, while the other was intact.
[Bone Clone]: A divine ability he received from tempering his body to perfection, which would allow him to redirect things like curses, Reality Erasure, or weird and unpredictable abilities that are impossible to guard against.
So far, he only had to use this ability thrice; the first time failed him, but that was because his enemy had a similar ability and knew how to nullify it and the second time saved him from death.
Luckily, this time, this Divine Ability did not fail him.
On top of that, he anticipated this possible outcome when he saw the Qi Luck Dragon. After all, he witnessed what happened to Lin Fan. So, instantly, he reverted his Qi Luck Dragon to the black state to reduce the effect that luck has on him entirely.
Secondly, he used his status as Sacred Son to connect to the Dao Opening Sect’s Qi Luck and block most of the boost that the Great Zhou’s Qi Luck would have on the curse.
He also felt the sect’s Luck Dragon did not resist letting him borrow all its strength, most likely because his father gave him that authority.
Nevertheless, Wang Wei knew that he was not safe yet. So, he sat cross-legged beside Ji Su’s dead body as he began to focus on his Duyi Realm and protect his [Existence].
Great Zhou Dynasty:
“You guys dare,” roared a beautiful woman’s voice. A mighty aura emanated from the direction of that voice, which shook the entire Myriad Emperor World slightly.
Then, a mysterious and unknown power appeared to prevent the Qi Luck from completely dispersing.
Then, about 30 people floated in the sky above the dynasty. Among these people, 5 had Dao Rhymes emanating from their bodies as if they were the messengers of the Great Dao itself.
While the remaining ones had immortal lights flowing from their bodies, displaying their nobility to the world.
These 30 cultivators stood in two groups, all dressed in dragon robes. One group had 3 Dao Ancestors along with 17 Immortal Venerables, while the smaller group had 2 Dao Ancestors with 8 Immortal Venerables.
“Why did you guys do this?” asked the female Dao Ancestor, who led the other two.
“You know why we did this,” replied the purple-eyed Dao Ancestor, who appeared to be the rebel group’s leader.
“Billions of years of cultivation, and not a single progress; This is the worse kind of torture,” he said with a sight.
“You knew what you signed for, immortality in exchange for protecting Great Zhou until it perished.”
“Yes. And now that that dynasty’s Luck is “scattered,” Great Zhou has perished, so we are now free.”
Ji Xiran gritted her teeth as she looked at these traitors.
‘This stupid Crown Prince.’
She looked in the distance to look at Ji Su’s dead body. And after seeing Wang Wei, she finally understood how this situation escalated to this point. Their entire Great Zhou Dynasty was probably being used as a chess piece for someone Outlaw’s Trial.
For as long as she lived, she understood the saying: “Heavenly Dao is cruel and treats all living beings as dogs.”
The only exception is Great Emperors, and only Second-Class ones and up. Otherwise, no one can escape this cruel fact–even Immortal beings like them.
Ji Xiran looked at the traitors but did not say anything. She understood that even with numbers, they were still outclassed in battle strength. So, Ji Xiran looked at the people behind her and said:
“Let’s go recondense the dynasty’s Luck.”
So, all the remaining 20 Immortal Cultivators rushed to use their ability to re-condense as much luck as possible before it was too late. However, they also knew that from now, the Great Zhou Dynasty will suffer countless catastrophes–both natural and artificial–because of the dispersion of luck.
As for the remaining ten people, they did not intervene. Instead, they all disappeared as if they had never existed in this world.
Meanwhile, after a few hours, Wang Wei opened his eyes with a pale face. He looked at Ji Su’s dead body while thinking:
‘So, he was just a pawn to weaken me before the real trial. What a shame.’