Daozhen closed his eyes. "Is this the retribution for stealing the secrets of heaven and reaching the Emperor Realm? Has the Deva Path finally sent someone to settle accounts with us?"
Rijing gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "To hell with this bullshit fate. If there really were such a thing as destiny, how could we have become Great Emperors? He's just some lucky junior who happened to break through."
Yuehua did not feel any better. They had both reached the Emperor Realm—who wanted to die? Though they could not return to their own world, their long lifespans meant they did not need to worry about becoming mere traces in history.
Daozhen remained silent for a long while. He truly did not know how to break this deadlock. Every divination foretold death; destiny could not be defied.
Back then, he had believed that man could conquer heaven. He had obscured the heavenly secrets for a time and opened this world. Everything had gone smoothly ever since, and his divinations had mostly gone as he wished. But this time, every single reading foretold death.
Even his origin had suffered a slight blow, and a crack had appeared in the Eight Trigrams Disc.
Otsutsuki Rijing would not sit around and wait for death. He grabbed Yuehua. "Come. Let's see who exactly has reached the Emperor Realm!"
Yuehua's arm hurt from his grip, but she nodded and did not shake him off. The two rushed toward the source of the Emperor Realm aura.
Uchiha Izuna opened his eyes as a vast amount of information flooded into his mind. It had been left behind by the Deva Path.
"Child, you were an existence Otsutsuki Daozhen erased with his techniques. Back then, he foresaw his own death and the calamity that would befall the Ōtsutsuki