VenerableZephyr

Betrayed at the peak of his power, Martial Emperor Ling Tian fell before ascending to godhood. His closest allies, his beloved, and even fate itself turned against him. For 10,000 years, his soul wandered in torment, reliving his death endlessly—until he was reborn in the body of a crippled young master in a lower realm.

Armed with memories of his past life, forbidden techniques, and a will unshaken by fate, Ling Tian embarks on a path of vengeance, power, and love. But as he rises again, he discovers an ancient curse binds him—one that dooms every woman he loves and every world he conquers.

To break free, he must defy destiny itself. Will he rule the heavens, or will fate claim him once more?

Fated to Rule, Destined to Love: The Martial Emperor’s Curse

The world trembled as Ling Tian stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his azure-gold aura flickering like a divine beacon. His gaze, sharp as a blade, swept across the lingering remnants of the battle—bodies strewn across the blood-soaked ground, shattered weapons lying lifeless, and the eerie silence that followed the clash of titans.

The enemies had been vanquished, yet an unsettling feeling gnawed at his heart. Something was amiss.

Xu Qing'er stepped beside him, her ethereal beauty untouched by the carnage. "Ling Tian… do you feel it?"

His golden eyes narrowed. "The remnants of an ancient will… something beyond the Forsaken Realm."

A whisper, barely audible, drifted through the air.

"Heir to the Throne… do you truly believe you are free?"

Ling Tian's expression turned cold. The voice carried an unfathomable weight, one that seemed to come from beyond time itself. He clenched his fists, his azure-gold Qi surging in defiance.

Before he could finish, the ground beneath them quaked violently. Cracks spread like serpents slithering through the earth, and a sinister aura burst forth from the depths below.

Xu Qing'er's face turned pale. "This energy… it's from the Vanquished Throne!"

Ling Tian's heart clenched. The Vanquished Throne—the very existence he had been trying to decipher, the truth that had remained just beyond his grasp. Could it be… connected to his past? To his clan's fate?

He saw a palace submerged in darkness, towering over an ocean of bones. A figure, bound in chains of fate, his golden eyes dull yet filled with sorrow. And then… the voice spoke again.

"Find me… before it is too late."

Ling Tian staggered back, his breath ragged. He gritted his teeth. No. He would not be controlled by fate. He would carve his own path.

The moment he regained clarity, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.

Xu Qing'er's expression darkened. "They're here."

From the depths of the broken battlefield, shadowy figures emerged, their bodies shrouded in mist. The Abyssal Wraiths. Entities not bound by life or death, only appearing when the boundaries of fate were disturbed.

Ling Tian smirked, raising his hand. His golden-azure aura surged, forming a divine spear in his palm.

"Since you've come knocking on my door—" His voice carried an unshakable dominance.

75. Echoes of the Vanquished Throne