Chapter 1068
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A figure, aged and weary, dragged a lifeless body, advancing step by step toward Ye Wushuang.
“Ling Shengtian, this is all your fault!”
“The Wheel of Destiny shall belong to us!”
“You are dying, yet you remain so wary of our devoted elders. This is all because of you!”
“Xu Zi Yin!” Ye Wushuang gazed at the approaching figure, his eyes turning cold.
The Twelve Elders!
The eldest elder, Xu Zi Yin, and the fourth elder, Xu Zi Yun—once brothers whose family had fallen into decline and faced the threat of annihilation—had been rescued by Ling Shengtian. Since then, they had chosen to follow him.
Each of the Twelve Elders had been bound to him by a debt of gratitude, joining him to build the might of the Lingjian Pavilion, standing tall at the heart of the Tianyuan Continent.
The betrayal of nine elders was something Ye Wushuang had never anticipated.
Human hearts can change.
But to such an extent?
“One day, I will return to the pavilion with my sword and confront the nine elders. Tell me, Ye Wushuang, where have I wronged you?”
The scene shifted once more.
Ye Wushuang stood by a clear, babbling brook.
Two steeds drank from the river, their reflections rippling in the water.
Two figures stood by the stream, gazing at the distant horizon where the sky and water merged into a breathtaking vista.
“Brother, the Tianxuan Continent is vast and powerful. One day, I will become the strongest here.”
“You will, Beige.”
A young man in black, his eyes shining with hope for the future.
“With Brother Haoran by my side, I know I can!” The boy was filled with boundless optimism.
That year, by the brook.
Bai Haoran.
Mu Beige.
The two made a pact to become the strongest on the Tianxuan Continent.
And eventually, they did.
Ye Wushuang’s seventh reincarnation, Bai Haoran, and Mu Beige stood side by side, becoming invincible beings who had reached the divine realm.
But suddenly.
The scene changed abruptly.
By the stream, blood flowed like a river. A young man in black, his body torn in half, lay by the brook.
His face slowly lifted, his eyes filled with rage and ferocity, glaring at Ye Wushuang.
“It’s you!”
“You killed me, Bai Haoran. I hate you. Mu Beige will hate you for all eternity!”
At that moment, Ye Wushuang’s hands clenched involuntarily.
“Beige… are you really… gone?” A murmur escaped his lips, unable to convey the turmoil within him.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang struggled to restrain his urge to act.
He knew he must not move, must not fall into the trap.
And then, the surroundings changed again.
Ye Wushuang found himself standing atop an endless expanse of misty clouds.
Below, layers of clouds piled upon each other, and through the haze, he could faintly see palaces that seemed to touch the stars.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang’s expression froze.
“This is… the Wushuang Hall!”
The Wushuang Emperor, having achieved great success, established the Wushuang Palace, with the Wushuang Hall at its core.
As the foremost of the Ten Emperors, Ye Wushuang’s creation, the Wushuang Palace, was naturally one of the most powerful and prosperous forces within the Huangtian Realm.
However, over these hundreds of thousands of years, Ye Wushuang had come to understand.
With himself being jointly sealed by the other nine emperors, the Wushuang Palace would likely turn to ruins.
Amidst the swirling clouds.
A figure, shrouded in chaos, with eyes like piercing beams, stared straight at Ye Wushuang and said coldly, “Emperor Wushuang, today is your day of death.”
As this voice echoed.
From the side, another voice, clear and intoxicatingly delicate, rang out through the heavens: “Emperor Wushuang, being too excellent is a sin. Don’t you understand the principle that the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be cut down?”
“Whether he understands it or not is irrelevant now, right, Master Wushuang?”
A voice with a magnetic quality sounded behind Ye Wushuang.
The figure, somewhat ethereal, wore a white robe, with long hair flowing in the wind, exuding an air of elegance and detachment.
As if existing in this world, yet also in another dimension, mysterious and elusive.
“Emperor Wenxin Li Wenxin!”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s hands clenched involuntarily.
The Ten Emperors stood at the pinnacle of the Huangtian Realm.
Ye Wushuang had always been dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts, hoping to break through the shackles of being an emperor and transcend the world.
He always believed that the Huangtian Realm was not the end of the world.
Devoted to martial arts, he never hesitated to share everything with the other nine emperors.
In alchemy, he would engage in profound discussions with the Chaos Emperor, sometimes lasting for years or even decades.
In array arts, he would generously share every new path he discovered with the Primeval Emperor, exploring together.
In artifact crafting, he would argue fiercely with the Void Emperor, then compete in refining artifacts.
Even the last of the Ten Emperors, Li Wenxin, was his beloved disciple, nurtured by Ye Wushuang’s lifelong efforts—Li Wenxin.
Emperor Wenxin Li Wenxin, with his exceptional swordsmanship, was hailed as the second greatest swordsman in the Huangtian Realm.
The first, of course, was Ye Wushuang himself.
Ye Wushuang had never imagined that his own disciple would betray him.
Human hearts can change.
But Ye Wushuang could not believe that the heart of a disciple he had raised would change.
However, things did not go as he wished.
It was not until he was jointly sealed by the nine emperors in the netherworld of the Burial God Mountain that he had to accept the reality.
He had thought that by progressing together in martial arts and seeking the mysteries of the world, he had laid a solid foundation.
Instead, he became the tallest tree in the forest in the eyes of others.
Until the end, he realized that the Nine Emperors feared him.
Because he was simply too strong!
Nine ethereal figures appeared from all directions.
Voices, some cunning, some sinister, some triumphant, reached Ye Wushuang’s ears.
Finally, Ye Wushuang could no longer contain himself. His hands clenched, and the Tianyan Sword appeared abruptly, slashing towards all directions…
