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

Ling Tian's aura surged as his azure-gold radiance illuminated the battlefield. The Sovereigns of Fate, once confident in their dominion over destiny, now hesitated. Their divine chains lay shattered, and their combined might had failed to suppress him.

But they were not willing to retreat.

"You defy the Myriad Worlds' order, Ling Tian," the lead Sovereign snarled, his golden robe rippling as divine power surged around him. "You may have broken our first restraint, but—"

Before he could finish, Ling Tian vanished from sight.

A streak of azure-gold light cleaved through the battlefield, and the body of a lesser Sovereign was bisected before he even had time to react.

The remaining Sovereigns turned, their faces filled with shock and fury.

Ling Tian stood tall, his Vanquished Edge dripping golden blood. His expression was indifferent, his golden eyes exuding absolute dominance. "If you wish to stand in my way, then be prepared to fall like the rest."

A massive celestial array formed above, its intricate patterns weaving through the sky like the very fabric of fate itself. The space around Ling Tian trembled, threatening to lock him in place.

The array was ancient, forged by countless divine beings over eons to seal those who defied fate.

"Do you truly believe such shackles can restrain me?"

And the Vanquished Throne's mark on his palm flared with immeasurable power.

The entire celestial array trembled, as if reality itself rejected its existence.

In the blink of an eye, cracks spread through the formation, and before the Sovereigns could reinforce it—

The divine array collapsed in on itself, undone by the sheer authority Ling Tian wielded.

A moment of stunned silence followed.

A golden spear hurtled toward Ling Tian, carrying the full might of fate itself. The lead Sovereign had made his move, his killing intent honed to its peak.

The sheer force behind it should have obliterated mountains, yet Ling Tian stood unmoved. His fingers clenched around the golden weapon, and with a flick of his wrist—

The spear snapped in two like a fragile twig.

Ling Tian tossed the broken weapon aside. "Is this all the so-called rulers of fate can muster?"

A cold chill spread through the battlefield.

For the first time in countless eras, they felt something foreign—something terrifying.

"Now…" His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable finality.

"Which of you wishes to die next?"

83. The Wrath of a Sovereign