It was as though fate had ordained it so.
Wen Xu thought to himself that perhaps twin brothers and sisters had never truly been divided into two extremes. If the old emperor had not tried to poison him back then, perhaps he would have ascended the throne and become the ruler of a nation, while the crown prince would have become his strongest support. But now, because the old emperor had believed the State Preceptor's words and ruthlessly tried to kill him, he had been forced through several brushes with death before finally falling into the Cloud-Breaking Secret Realm and finding another stroke of fortune.
Perhaps this was also a form of compensation granted to him. Once he had resolved to remain in the Cultivation Realm and embark upon the path of cultivation, that so-called Imperial Destiny could no longer belong to him.
He vaguely understood Senior Brother Zhi's concerns now. It was not that it could not be severed, but that once severed, there would be no possibility of circulation ever again. Man proposed; man acted. It truly was a matter of human action.
Wen Xu sensed something being drawn from his divine soul. After it left his grasp, it fed some intangible thing back to him. Yet he did not deliberately investigate it. He only felt his entire body grow lighter, as though... a lingering, grave illness had finally been cured.
"What is this?" The crown prince only felt his palm grow hot, as if someone had forced a huge bowl of hot soup down his throat on a snowy day. An indescribable warmth filled him from head to toe.
"Something good that will drag your imperial father down from his throne."
When everyone looked again at the emperor upon the throne, they felt that in that brief