Everything Emperor Taining had ever feared in his life became real within his memories.
Each time it resurfaced, it made him believe he had lived through it once.
All his fears cycled endlessly through his heart.
Li Qingxian said, "The way to break the Death-Dread God-Fearing Incantation is very simple, almost identical to when I killed Ye Han back then. You must overcome fear, overcome every scar time has seared into you, then live as someone entirely new. We Fate Arts Masters rarely use certain-kill arts, because we believe people determine their own fate. Tang Jiannan, I believe you can overcome your fear. Keep at it."
"Nothing but illusions to unsettle my mind." Blurred light and shadows continued flickering in Emperor Taining's eyes.
"But we aren't illusionists. We're Fate Arts Masters." Li Qingxian smiled as though chatting after a meal.
Suddenly, Emperor Taining's expression shifted slightly. He looked sharply at his right hand, where a pale red scar circled his wrist.
Instinctively, he recalled the memory of his hand being severed at the wrist.
"I intended to grant you a dignified death, but you should not have used such filthy sorcery to profane my imperial body," Emperor Taining said.
"You see? You're still a slave to fear. You were the one who recalled that buried truth, yet you pin the blame on me."
"Submit to fear?" Emperor Taining's lips curled slightly. "I am fear."
At that moment, Chief Grand Secretary Jie Linfu's voice rose from below. "Long live our emperor! Long live our emperor! May he live ten thousand times ten thousand years! Our emperor is invincible! Our emperor is undefeated!"
The officials followed Jie Linfu, shouting in unison to bolster their might.
Emperor Taining's gaze swept across the officials kneeling outside the Imperial City, and a gratified smile appeared