The news Chen Changqin brought came as a great surprise to Lin Heng.
The Literary Emperor was about to revive.
Jiang Wu alone had already left the entire Central Domain struggling for breath.
If another Literary Emperor emerged, and the twin emperors of literature and martial arts joined forces, even Lin Heng might not necessarily be able to take them down.
Unless Xiao Muyu was willing to intervene. But Lin Heng knew that Xiao Muyu was entangled with the karmic consequences of the future.
If she insisted on acting and disrupted the balance of the mortal world, it would inevitably invite some sort of backlash.
Seeing Lin Heng's grave expression, Chen Changqin stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, her voice gentle. "Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. I think the Literary Emperor and the Martial Emperor are fundamentally different."
"Oh? How so?" Lin Heng asked doubtfully.
Chen Changqin offered her explanation. "In my view, the Literary Emperor was more like the one who cleaned up the Martial Emperor's messes. Through the experiences of my three lifetimes, I came all the way from the era when they contended against one another, and I saw many people along the way. When the Martial Emperor was young, he was a man brimming with spirit—just like you are now, Lin Heng."
"I don't know what Lin Ziqing—or rather, those people from those messy Epochs—traded with the Martial Emperor."
"But I do know that as long as someone is human, they will have selfish desires. If one day, an opportunity lay before you: sacrifice yourself, and ten million families would live in peace."
"The other choice would be: I would rather betray the whole world than let the world betray me; the Immortal Realm may perish, but I alone shall endure.