Chapter 847: Fate Mission
In the darkness, Emperor Xuan, dressed in a plain white robe, was meditating on a red lotus throne. His hair was disheveled and his brows were furrowed. Two golden crescent moons were floating around him.
This is a depressing void. Lightning flashes faintly in the depths of the void, and dark red nebulae surge. It seems like the end of the world, and everything has turned to nothingness.
Emperor Xuan's face was pale. He slowly opened his eyes, raised his right hand and pulled open his robe in front of his chest. On his chest, he saw tiny silver lights surging. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be silver dragons.
The residual power of Wanlong Shengtian was still persecuting him, and he felt that it would be difficult for him to recover in a short period of time.
Recalling the experience of facing Wanlong Shengtian, Emperor Xuan frowned even more tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"Is it possible that the Hunyuan Dao Emperor is stronger than the Dao Emperor?"
Emperor Xuan talked to himself, his tone full of confusion.
He could feel that An Zizai was the Hunyuan Dao Emperor. As he was also practicing the Dao Emperor, it was equivalent to dividing his energy into two halves and giving them to different destinies, while An Zizai could focus all his energy on one Dao destiny.
In fact, he had felt before that the luck of Emperor Hunyuan Dao had suddenly become much stronger, but the way the Emperor of Dao cultivated his Dao through fighting was very much to his liking.
Now, he was shaken again. He felt that it might be unwise to cultivate both the Dao Emperor and the Dao Emperor at the same time.
"Who said that the Hunyuan Dao Emperor is stronger than the Dao Emperor?"
A cold and hoarse voice sounded, startling Emperor Xuan so much that he turned his head to look. He saw a black shadow appearing in the depths of the darkness. His figure was like a human and extremely huge. Lightning flashed behind him, and red clouds surged, making him look even more terrifying.
Emperor Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you, Excellency?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you just need to know that no one's luck can compare to that of the Great Dao Emperor. Your failure is not because of the Great Dao Emperor, but because your killing intention is not strong enough."
Hearing the other party's words, Emperor Xuan mocked: "Can the Great Dao Emperor be compared to the Heavenly Dao Immortal God?"
"The immortals of the Heavenly Dao rely on the power of Heavenly Dao. Heavenly Dao cannot grant them true power. Once Heavenly Dao takes back the power it has granted them, they will return to their original form."
The mysterious figure's answer made Emperor Xuan look at him with a higher opinion, thinking that this man was not blindly arrogant.
Emperor Xuan was not born a mortal. He had long known about the gods and immortals in heaven. Even though he knew the truth, it did not hinder his curiosity about the way of heaven.
Although he did not deny the other party's words, Emperor Xuan remained wary of the mysterious figure.
The most important thing is that the other party gave him a very terrifying feeling. He rarely had this feeling. The last person who made him have such a feeling was the ancestor of an imperial clan.
The other party came to him, not to convince him that the Great Dao Emperor was the strongest! "You have the power of the Great Dao Emperor?" Emperor Xuan asked, and at the same time, he secretly practiced his skills to restore himself as much as possible and be ready to escape at any time.
Not to mention that he was injured, even if he was in peak condition, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat this guy.
The mysterious figure stood in the depths of darkness, motionless. His eyes seemed to travel through time and space, staring at Emperor Xuan.
"I came to you because you are the most promising person on the road to becoming the Great Dao Emperor. Under the guidance of the Great Dao Emperor, I will grant you stronger power. I just didn't expect that you were frustrated and your Dao heart was shaken, which made me dissatisfied. Defeat is not terrible. What is terrible is that you don't reflect on yourself, but crave the power of the enemy."
The mysterious figure's words made Emperor Xuan frown. He couldn't refute it. He thought that Emperor Dao was not as good as Emperor Hunyuan Dao. Didn't he just think that Emperor Hunyuan Dao, who was calm and composed, was stronger?
"The Great Dao Emperor and the Hunyuan Dao Emperor will eventually fight. The two great Dao fortunes conflict in their origins. You'd better give up the Hunyuan Dao Emperor."
Hearing this, Emperor Xuan was immediately dissatisfied. He snorted coldly, "Why do you interfere with my choice? I chose the Great Dao Emperor, not to become his puppet. From what you said, the Great Dao Emperor is no different from the Heavenly Dao Immortal God, but he is not as powerful as the Heavenly Dao."
"This emperor will not interfere with your choice, but I advise you that when the Great Dao Emperor and the Hunyuan Dao Emperor go to war, their luck will devour each other. You, who have two kinds of luck, will be backfired and fall. Whether you choose the Great Dao Emperor or the Hunyuan Dao Emperor, you must make plans early."
The mysterious figure's answer calmed Emperor Xuan down again.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Xuan asked, "Who are you?"
The mysterious figure suddenly raised his hand, and a terrible bloody wind blew towards him, making his eyes widen and his whole body fall into a trance.
Emperor Xuan's pupils reflected scenes of fighting, which changed rapidly. Bloody lines gradually appeared on his forehead, like weapons clashing.
It was unknown how much time had passed before Emperor Xuan gradually woke up. After his eyes became clear again, he woke up as if from a dream, gasping for breath and covering his chest with his right hand.
He looked down and found that the remaining power left by the Ten Thousand Worlds Palm had dissipated, and his condition had unexpectedly returned to its peak.
Emperor Xuan's eyes became complicated, the memory just now made him truly understand what the Emperor of the Great Dao was, and why the Emperor of the Great Dao was born.
"Since Emperor Dao has such a background, what about Emperor Hunyuan Dao?" Emperor Xuan asked in a deep voice, looking at the mysterious figure in the distance.
"The Hunyuan Dao Emperor was created by a cultivator without any mission. He hopes to use this luck to strengthen himself. One day, the Dao Emperor will find the founder, but to annihilate all the Hunyuan Dao Emperors, every Dao Emperor needs to take action, including me. I am the one who has gone the furthest on the road to becoming a Dao Emperor, but you have the hope of surpassing me. I don't want you to hesitate or even go the wrong way."
The mysterious figure's words made Emperor Xuan suddenly realize.
No wonder I suddenly felt that Hunyuan Dao Emperor had become stronger. Now I think it was the founder who made a breakthrough.
He felt uncomfortable when he thought that there was an immortal cultivator behind Hunyuan Dao Emperor, just as he could not imagine that the Heavenly Dao was the will of a certain existence. If that was the case, wouldn't all living beings be the objects of mockery of the existence behind the Heavenly Dao?
"Think about it carefully. I look forward to your choice."
The mysterious figure said this and turned and disappeared.
Emperor Xuan was still meditating on the red lotus, thinking quietly.
…
Tens of millions of years have passed since Emperor Xuan's defeat. The world has forgotten him, and a new figure has attracted the attention of the world.
This year, Wu Shi welcomed a group of new disciples, and their master brought them to meet An Zizai.
Every new disciple must meet the senior disciple. This is the rule that every generation of disciples since time immemorial must follow.
In the hall, a group of Wu Shi disciples gathered together, chatting and laughing, while the new disciples stood in a row facing An Zizai. They were of different generations but of similar age.
Their masters didn't think much about it and were all complimenting each other's vision.
An Zizai glanced at these new disciples, and his eyes suddenly fell on one of the young men in black. He narrowed his eyes and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
(End of this chapter)
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