51. Shattered Fate and the Path Ahead

The echoes of battle had barely faded when Ling Tian stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his dual-colored azure-gold aura swirling violently around him. The lingering remnants of his latest battle sent cracks through the very fabric of space, yet his expression remained unreadable. The Sovereign of Two Fates… this title was beginning to weigh heavier on his soul.

Xu Qing'er watched him in silence, her silver eyes gleaming with complex emotions. She had seen it—something no one else had noticed. The moment Ling Tian unleashed his power, the azure-gold radiance had carried an imprint of something… beyond comprehension.

"A fate rewritten…" she murmured.

Ling Tian turned his gaze toward her, his eyes like twin abysses. "What did you just say?"

She hesitated before stepping forward, closing the distance between them. "You weren't supposed to exist like this. Your destiny should have been sealed the moment you set foot into the Forsaken Realm… yet here you are, walking a path no one should be able to take."

His expression darkened. "Explain."

Xu Qing'er sighed. "I can't—not yet. But you'll see it soon. The Vanquished Throne… The Myriad Worlds… The fate of your Ling Clan… It's all connected."

The mention of the Ling Clan made Ling Tian's fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword. It was an unsolved mystery—one he had been too focused on survival to confront fully.

Why had the Ling Clan's existence suddenly been erased from history?

Why did every trace of his past vanish the moment he entered the Forsaken Realm?

A gust of wind carried the scent of blood and broken oaths. Ling Tian exhaled, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"I'll find the truth myself." His voice was calm but resolute.

Xu Qing'er offered a faint smile. "I know you will. And when you do… you'll understand why I sought you out."

Ling Tian gave her a deep look before turning away.

This war wasn't over.

It had only just begun.

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Somewhere in the Myraid Worlds...

In the depths of a long-forgotten ruin, an ancient figure cloaked in shadows watched the battle through a misty projection. His wrinkled hands trembled slightly as he whispered:

"He truly wields it… the power of a Sovereign beyond fate."

A second figure, their features obscured, spoke solemnly. "And that means…?"

The old man let out a raspy chuckle. "It means the Ling Clan's fate has not been sealed in vain. It means he will come… and when he does, the Myriad Worlds shall tremble."

A long silence followed. Then the second figure asked, "Should we intervene?"

The old man's eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom.

"No. Not yet. If he cannot overcome what lies ahead, then he is unworthy of what was lost."

The projection faded, leaving only silence in the forgotten ruins.

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Ling Tian's Journey Resumes...

Ling Tian and his companions continued forward, heading toward the next battlefield. His enemies had sensed his power, and now, new adversaries would emerge—ones far beyond the mortals he had faced before.

He clenched his fist, feeling the boundless power coursing through his veins.

He would uncover the truth.

He would reclaim what was lost.

And he would carve his name into the heavens.

Even if it meant shattering fate itself.

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