Defying Fate, Knowing Fate, and Following Fate, Only to Return to the Beginning

The Withering and Flourishing Sect.

Du Niansheng was in mid-air, his thoughts returning from a distant place.

"Such a powerful aura."

Opening his eyes, Du Niansheng's gaze was filled with deep shock.

"Could it be that some supreme treasure has appeared?"

What could cause such a fluctuation of energy is definitely not something that can be achieved by ordinary treasures.

"We still need to keep an eye on this. We'll relay the news to that Aptitude of a Great Emperor later."

He was very clear about this.

If such a treasure truly existed, it would be something that his Withering and Flourishing Sect could never contend for.

Rather than doing that, it's better to do someone a favor.

Misty Clear Realm.

In a desolate, uninhabited place on the edge.

The ground was littered with corpses and bones, with dry skeletons forming the base.

An elderly man, sitting cross-legged, breathing softly, seemed to have departed from the world.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he looked into the distance.

"Such a powerful aura!"

A flicker of excitement stirred within his calm, still eyes.

But then his brows furrowed.

"From top to bottom, aren't they all from this realm? That's truly a pity."

The old man withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"With no more strong contenders, I don't know when I'll be able to take this step."

"Even without a powerful figure to create a change in my destiny, I wouldn't be left with nothing to do. It's my fate, and now it's turned out this way. Could it be...?"

A hint of worry flashed in the old man's eyes.

He's not old yet; he still has value.

However, such speculations, once they arise, will inevitably spring up in one's mind.

In the end, the old man closed his eyes.

The next moment, he raised his hand and stood up.

A drop of crimson blood was placed on his fingertip and then on his brow.

Brush.

The old man's body trembled, and his aura suddenly became mysterious, carrying an indescribable depth.

Its eyes opened, and the black pupils had disappeared, replaced by a shocking blood red.

Its head turned, and the complex scene in its field of vision changed rapidly.

Suddenly, its head stopped.

His expression froze for a moment, then his lips twitched, revealing a hint of anger.

"As expected, as expected!"

Unfounded worries are the most disturbing, but if you find that the worry is not unfounded, it becomes far more than just a nuisance.

"Okay, okay, okay."

The man said "good" three times in a row, and judging from his expression, his mindset was already somewhat unstable.

A chilling killing intent suddenly surged forth from his body.

However, this murderous intent lasted only a moment before it was suppressed.

Everything has its own way; killing will likely not solve the problem.

As he spoke, the old man's expression calmed down considerably.

A thoughtful expression appeared between his brows.

After a long while, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Though I am old, I am not useless; though I believe in destiny, I will not sit idly by and wait for death."

"This may not be ideal, but it could be an opportunity for me."

"At least it's better than doing nothing now."

As he spoke, the old man stood up.

His slender figure now exuded a heroic air.

His eyes returned to normal, his gaze swept across the sky, and he murmured softly:

"Throughout my life, I've defied fate, accepted fate, and followed fate, yet in the end, I've returned to where I started."

"However, perhaps this is my destiny."

As soon as the voice faded, the old man vanished.

Misty Clear Realm.

Inside a certain hall.

The man who was looking at the long coffin suddenly changed his expression.

The next moment, his figure appeared outside the hall.

"Who are you, and what brings you here?"

As he spoke, the man sized up the old man before him, vaguely sensing a certain familiarity.

"It's only been a few years, and nobody remembers me anymore."

The old man shook his head, then said a name.

Chen Mingxuan.

Upon hearing this name, the man's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly said:

"Senior Chen, what brings you here?"

In the Misty Clear Realm, the person before you, or rather, the name, is absolutely renowned.

Its remarkable achievements, upon closer examination, are countless.

"Go in first."

Chen Mingxuan gestured towards the lower hall.

The man nodded, and the two went inside.

After entering the hall, Chen Mingxuan looked around and then shook his head.

"Not here."

The man seemed to have guessed something, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Where are you referring to, senior?"

Chen Mingxuan glanced at the man and sighed softly:

"Never mind, I'll do it myself."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and his body trembled violently.

This continued for half a breath, after which the man regained his composure.

However, he was already completely lifeless.

"Interesting."

After roughly processing the man's memories, Chen Mingxuan sighed, and then, carried by the man's corpse, he arrived at the Dark Hall.

Upon entering the hall, one can clearly see a long coffin placed in the center.

Inside the long coffin, 1.4 people lay Jingjing.

Such a destiny is truly enviable.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to open the coffin, took out one of the several people inside, put them in his pocket, and then stored them in his sea of consciousness.

After doing all that, Chen Mingxuan looked at the man again.

"A person of immense fortune? Unfortunately, such fortune is not something an ordinary person can obtain."

As the sound faded, the man's body shattered into nothingness.

At the same time, Chen Mingxuan's figure also disappeared from this place.

Beyond the Misty Clear Realm.

"This aura is quite formidable; it seems we should go and investigate."

"Perhaps I'll make some unique discoveries that will allow me to create some new surprises."

As the sound faded, it was pulled out with a "pop," its form shifted, and it soared into the distance.

The elfin-like girl stood there, her eyes wide with shock as she watched the departing figure.

His throat moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then his head lolled to the side, and he promptly lost consciousness.

On Hidden Origin Peak.

Lu Changzhi woke up from his sleep.

I sensed something outside; nothing was happening.

No, it's not entirely without incident.

Xiao Ming had returned to the courtyard at some point.

Xiao Ye's Thunder Dragon was also brought along, following behind him.

However, the way the Thunder Dragon walked looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

The dragon walks on the ground using only its hind legs, its entire upper body upright, with its two small hands slightly curled up, as if they had nowhere to go, just like the small hands of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Xiao Ming."

Lu Changzhi shouted:

"Did you teach it to walk like that?"

"Certainly."

Xiao Ming raised his head, looking proud.

I knew it.

Lu Changzhi shook his head, "Don't let Xiao Ye's upright character corrupt you."

If it keeps going like this, with its tail sideways, upper body upright, and head sideways, and it never comes back, taking it out to fight and riding this thing will probably make the other person laugh out loud the moment they get in.

"Where did they lead you astray?"

Xiao Ming turned his head, looked at Thunder Dragon, and said:

"Did your biological father walk on two legs?"

Thunder Dragon nodded.

"We're all Beast Race, so shouldn't I walk on two legs?"

Thunder Dragon nodded again.

"Then you also have to walk on two legs, right?" Xiao Ming asked again.

Thunder Dragon nodded deeply.

"See?"

Xiao Ming turned his head and said to Lu Changzhi:

"It did so voluntarily."