758 Three Days
Wang Wei sat cross-legged in the air with a book in his hand. Throughout his years in retreat, he focused on reading cultivation systems from other World Communities. He learned many things–especially from the Emperor Dao World, the Star Beast World, and Ji Lanfang’s World.
The Emperor Dao World’s cultivation system was beneficial to his Fate Palaces since the Spiritual Foundation was the source of their creations.
The Star Beast World’s reached an extreme in refining the body, so it helped immensely. In the past 500 years since his breakthrough into the Quasi-Emperor World, he increased his strength by one Fiendgod Force to reach 20.
Ji Lanfang’s cultivation system was interesting because of the Dao Treading Realm in which cultivators create a Heaven Path toward the Grand Dao Source. He theorized the creator tried to develop a way for people to use this road to become Great Emperors without relying on the [Heaven Will].
Wang Wei became inspired by this technique and thought of creating a Heaven Road leading to the Source Qi Space and relying on it to bring Innate Qi to the Myriad Emperor World; this method might be more reliable than the one he thought. Or a combination of the two.
After reading and understanding another cultivation system, Wang Wei put it away before taking out an ordinary-looking book. He did not immediately open it but caressed the cover.
He flipped the first page and stared at the handwriting; for a moment, he was dazed–lost in his memories. He subconsciously touched the handwriting before sighing.
He had read this book more than a thousand times, so people would think it would be some peerless technique. And in some ways, the information contained was as precious as any peerless Emperor Scripture.
Wu Hong left him this notebook with many reminders and a few pieces of information. Many of which he could only open after proving the Dao. However, the ones he could read were indeed important.
For example, she reminded him that Willpower was very important to body refiners after opening the Gate of Power and Gate of Flesh. According to her, it is one of the core power of Indestructible Empyreans and Inextinguishable Paragons.
Willpower–along with obsession and other strong emotions–is considered one of the few powers in the Chaos Universe capable of creating miracles.
Another critical knowledge she left for him was her understanding of the Emperor’s Body and the technique of [Awakening].
Finally, it was her warning that anything could happen in the final battle, and he should be psychologically prepared for the worst-case scenarios.
Wang Wei calmly read the notebook, not impatient in the slightest despite already memorizing every word. In the process, he felt she was next to him, teaching him; he remembered the days when she tried to be serious and teach him something, but he purposely acted like a rascal and secretly harassed her.
“Hmm?” muttered Wang Wei as he felt something. A token appeared before him, sending him more information.
“Only three days? It’s finally time,” muttered Wang Wei; he knew the decisive moment had arrived. After cultivating for millions of years, all cultivators with ambitions will fight in a decisive battle.
The winner becomes king, proves the Dao, attains immortality, and becomes an existence that stands above myriad races and worlds, a being that escaped the shackles of death, sickness, and aging.
Meanwhile, the loser will either die or suffer in agony after missing this opportunity; they have to slowly watch as their lifespan runs out and enter reincarnation.
“The Emperor System is truly cruel. Trillions of cultivators fighting in a cage match like animals, doing their best for one opportunity.”
Wang Wei sighed. Many years ago, he described the Heaven Will Battle the same way Poison Dao cultivators raised Gu: placed a bunch of venomous and poisonous insects into a cage and had them fight and absorb each other’s poisons. The final winner will be the most poisonous creature.
‘This method disgusts me, but I also understand one must play the game to win it.’ His current self was nowhere near the stage where he could make or even bend the rules.
Wang Wei regained his composure before waving his hand to send the message to the sect. With this single move, the entire Dao Opening Sect began to operate at an unprecedented height. And it was not only them. All factions in the world participating in this battle began to move: Emperor Lineage and Supreme Lineages, Devil Cultivators, Demons, and even Loose Cultivators.
Wang Wei walked out of his mansion and went to see his parents. If things went wrong, he might only have the last three days with them. Although he had already made multiple preparations, things often went wrong, so there was no perfect plan.
He walked into the room and saw his family waiting for him. His mother and father looked the same. Meanwhile, his father’s aura had improved but by not much.
Sacrificing lifespan for potential was not a simple thing and had severe consequences. No matter the World Community, the lifespan limit of Quasi-Emperors is One Yuan Epoch or 1.269 trillion years. However, after what his grandfather did, his limit was reduced to 10 million years. And unless extraordinary measures are used, this fact cannot change.
Furthermore, his remaining lifespan was less than 3000 years.
‘If I lose, this old man might not live long,’ thought Wang Wei. With his grandfather’s current state, sealing himself with Blood Stones might aggravate his situation instead of prolonging his life.
“How are you feeling?” asked Yu Yan.
“Calm and ready.”
“That’s good. You have prepared to the best of your ability, and that’s all that matters.”
Wang Wei sat at the diner table.
“I have imparted all my experience to you, and you have read the experience of the sect’s predecessors, so I have no other way to help you,” added Wang Chang, who looked at his grandson with satisfaction and guilt; he realized he should have hidden his actions during the training to not put pressure on Wang Wei.
‘If I stayed inside and waited until he left for the final battle, it would have been the best,’ thought Wang Chang before secretly shaking his head. He understood his grandson would have checked on him before the final battle. So, the current situation is due to his selfishness.
“You don’t need to overthink about anything else,” reassured Wang Wei, who guessed what was on his mind.
“That’s right,” added Wang Tian, who gave everyone a jar of wine. “Ever since he was born as the Young Master of the sect, he was burdened with the hope, dream, and ambitions of millions of people; this is a destiny he could not escape from.”
“Wei’er has always been an understanding child,” said Yu Yan with a smile. “To be honest, I hoped you did mature too soon or display your intelligence at such a young age. If it were up to me, I would want you to have a normal, peaceful, and ignorant childhood.”
“We cannot change the past,” said Wang Wei with a calm smile. “Plus, I had a great childhood.” His reincarnation into this world fulfilled his desire for maternal and paternal love, so, despite the immense pressure he faced, his childhood was one of his most precious memories.
The family drank while eating. Soon afterward, Wang Tian became drunk.
“Hahaha, Wei’er, you have no idea how proud I am of you,” said Wang Tian in a loud voice. “I suppress a generation. Meanwhile, my son is one of the most brilliant Heaven Chosen this world has ever seen.
“Even if you don’t become a Great Emperor, your story will forever be entrenched in the annals of history; you will be a legend in the cultivating world.”
Wang Tian took a sip of his wine, “My only regret is I could not be more helpful to your cultivation path. My job as a father should be to protect you from winds and clouds. Unfortunately, you grew too fast and beyond my capabilities.”
“You did your best,” said Wang Wei. “Without your support, love, and guidance, I would not be who I am today.”
“Hahaha, is that so? I’m glad you feel that way.”
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“Don’t bring up my sore spot.” Wang Tian could not help but remember his dream of father and son fighting Heaven and Earth, both supreme Swordsmen that have reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao.
“What a shame, what a shame,” he muttered softly before falling asleep.
“He’s been paranoid recently that the Heaven Will Battle will suddenly be canceled at the last minute,” said Yu Yan as she looked at her husband’s state.
“It’s understandable, given what happened to your generation,” commented Wang Chang.”
Wang Wei did not say anything and continued drinking. The family spent the next few days together. One day before the due date, Li Jun, Yan Liling, and their family came to have dinner.
Finally, it was the due date.
“Are you ready?” asked Wang Wei as he looked at the four of them.
“Yes,” replied Li Jun. Yan Liling and Wang Ju nodded, and Tie Gang was too nervous to answer.
“Then, let’s go.”
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The battle finally begins. Let’s hope things go smoothly for Wang Wei and for me–the author–who is stressed out hoping this volume will be well written.