Xiao Yang was completely stunned.
He finally understood why he had transmigrated.
Why he had received the inheritance of Heavenly Emperor Ye.
Why his father had been the successor of the Supreme Dao Field.
Why he had obtained the Immortal Slaying Sword!
It turned out that behind all of this lay such a shocking secret—one so heavy that it left him unable to breathe!
He was not the chosen son of destiny.
He was merely a chess piece pushed onto the board!
A tool carrying the hopes and sacrifices of countless people...
An indescribable fury and unwillingness surged wildly from the depths of his heart!
He hated this feeling of having everything arranged for him!
He hated the helplessness of having his fate controlled by someone else!
"Damn this fate!"
Xiao Yang suddenly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot as he unleashed a suppressed roar at the Nameless Old Man!
"I don't care about the destruction of any era! And I don't care about any damn prophecy!"
"All I know is that my wife has only a wisp of Remnant Soul left, waiting for me to save her!"
"I entered the Heavenly Gate and set foot on the Immortal Demon Battlefield not for the sake of some damn common people, nor to fulfill any damn expectations of yours!"
"I'm only going to save my woman!"
"Whoever dares block my path, I'll kill them!"
"If the gods stand in my way, I'll kill the gods!"
"If Heaven stands in my way..."
Xiao Yang raised the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand and pointed it straight at the sky. His eyes flashed with madness and resolve to defy the Heavenly Dao!
"Then I'll... overturn this Heaven!"
Looking at the young man before him, who seemed possessed by madness and radiated a