If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 847 Destiny and Mission
In the darkness, Emperor Xuan, dressed in a plain white robe, sat cross-legged on a red lotus throne. His hair was disheveled, his brows were furrowed, and two golden crescent moons hovered around him.

This is a depressing void, with faint flashes of lightning and surging dark red nebulae deep within it, like the end of the world, where everything has turned to nothingness.

Emperor Xuan's face was pale. He slowly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and pulled open the robe in front of his chest. On his chest, there were thin silver rays surging. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be silver dragons.

The lingering effects of Wanlong's ascension to heaven were still afflicting him, and he felt that he would have a hard time recovering in the short term.

Recalling his experience of witnessing the ascension of ten thousand dragons, Emperor Xuan frowned even more deeply, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Could it be that the Primordial Dao Emperor is stronger than the Great Dao Emperor?"

Emperor Xuan muttered to himself, his tone filled with confusion.

He could sense that An Zizai was a Primordial Dao Emperor, and as a Dao Emperor who also cultivated the Great Dao, he essentially divided his energy in two to different fortunes, while An Zizai could focus all his energy on one kind of Great Dao fortune.

In fact, he had sensed that the luck of the Primordial Dao Emperor had suddenly become much stronger, but the way the Great Dao Emperor nurtured his Dao through battle suited his taste very well.

Now, he wavered again, feeling that cultivating the Great Dao Emperor's Way was probably unwise.

"Who said the Primordial Dao Emperor is stronger than the Great Dao Emperor?"

A cold, hoarse voice rang out, startling Emperor Xuan into turning his head. He saw a dark figure emerging from the depths of darkness. Its body was humanoid and enormous, with lightning flashing behind it and red clouds surging, making it look even more terrifying.

Emperor Xuan squinted and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you only need to know that no one's destiny can compare to that of the Great Dao Emperor. Your failure is not due to the Great Dao Emperor, but rather to your lack of killing intent."

Upon hearing the other party's words, Emperor Xuan scoffed, "Can that Great Dao Emperor compare to the Heavenly Dao Immortals and Gods?"

"The gods and immortals rely on the power of the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao cannot grant them true power. Once the Heavenly Dao takes back the power it has given them, they will revert to their original form."

The mysterious figure's answer made Emperor Xuan think more highly of him, realizing that this person was not blindly arrogant.

Emperor Xuan was no ordinary man; he had long known about the celestial beings and gods of the Heavenly Court. Even knowing the truth did not diminish his curiosity about the Heavenly Dao.

Although he did not deny what the other party said, Emperor Xuan remained vigilant about the mysterious figure.

Most importantly, the other party gave him a very terrifying feeling, which he rarely felt. The last person to give him this feeling was the ancestor of an imperial clan.

The other party came to him not to convince him that the Great Dao Emperor was the strongest!
"You possess the power of the Supreme Emperor of the Great Dao?" Emperor Xuan asked, while secretly circulating his cultivation technique to restore himself to his best condition, preparing to escape at any moment.

Even if he were injured, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat this person, even if he were at his peak.

The mysterious figure stood motionless in the depths of darkness, his eyes seemingly piercing through time and space as he gazed upon Emperor Xuan.

"I came to find you because you are the most promising person on the path to becoming a Great Dao Emperor. Under the guidance of the Great Dao Emperor, I will grant you even greater power. However, I did not expect that you would suffer a setback and your Dao heart would waver, which displeases me. Defeat is not terrible. What is terrible is that you do not reflect on yourself but crave the power of your enemies."

The mysterious figure's words made Emperor Xuan frown. He couldn't refute it. He thought that the Great Dao Emperor was inferior to the Primordial Dao Emperor, just because he thought An Zizai's Primordial Dao Emperor was stronger.

"The Great Dao Emperor and the Primordial Dao Emperor will eventually clash. These two great Dao fortunes are fundamentally opposed. You'd better give up on the Primordial Dao Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Xuan was immediately displeased. He sneered, "What right do you have to interfere with my choice? I chose the Great Dao Emperor not to become his puppet. From your words, it seems the Great Dao Emperor is no different from the Heavenly Dao Immortals, only less powerful." "I will not interfere with your choice, but I advise you that when the Great Dao Emperor and the Primordial Dao Emperor go to war, their fortunes will devour each other. You, possessing both fortunes, will suffer a backlash and perish. Whether you choose the Great Dao Emperor or the Primordial Dao Emperor, you must make plans early."

The mysterious figure's answer calmed Emperor Xuan down once again.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Xuan asked, "Who exactly are you?"

The mysterious figure suddenly raised his hand, and a terrifying gust of bloody wind rushed towards him, causing his eyes to widen and his whole body to fall into a daze.

Emperor Xuan's pupils reflected a series of battle scenes, rapidly shifting, and blood-red patterns gradually appeared on his forehead, resembling clashing weapons.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Xuan gradually regained consciousness. As his eyes cleared, he awoke as if from a dream, gasping for breath and clutching his chest with his right hand.

He looked down and found that the residual power left by the Peerless Palm of Ten Thousand Paths had dissipated, and his condition had actually returned to its peak.

Emperor Xuan's gaze became complicated. The memory he had just experienced made him truly understand what a Great Dao Emperor was, and why a Great Dao Emperor was born.

"Since the Great Dao Emperor has such a background, what about the Primordial Dao Emperor?" Emperor Xuan asked in a deep voice, gazing at the mysterious figure in the distance.

"The Primordial Dao Emperor was created by a cultivator without any mission. He hoped to use this fortune to strengthen himself. One day, the Great Dao Emperor will find the creator. However, to annihilate all the Primordial Dao Emperors, every Great Dao Emperor needs to take action, including myself. I am the one who has gone the furthest on the path of the Great Dao Emperor, but you have the hope of surpassing me. I do not want you to hesitate or even go down the wrong path."

The mysterious figure's words made Emperor Xuan realize the truth.

No wonder I suddenly felt that the Primordial Dao Emperor had become stronger. Now that I think about it, it was because the founder had made a breakthrough.

The thought that the Primordial Dao Emperor was backed by a cultivator made him feel awkward, just as he couldn't imagine that the Heavenly Dao was the will of some being. If that were the case, wouldn't all living beings be objects of manipulation by the being behind the Heavenly Dao?

"Think it over carefully, I look forward to your choice."

After saying this, the mysterious figure turned and disappeared.

Emperor Xuan remained seated on the red lotus, lost in thought.

……

Millions of years have passed since Emperor Xuan's defeat and flight. The world has forgotten Emperor Xuan, and new figures have come to attract the attention of the people.

That year, Wushi welcomed another group of new disciples, whose master brought them to pay their respects to Anzizai.

Every new disciple must meet the senior disciple; this is a rule that every generation of disciples of the Beginningless School must abide by.

Inside the main hall, a group of Wushi disciples gathered together, chatting and laughing, while the new disciples stood in a row facing An Zizai. They were of different generations but similar ages.

Their master didn't think much of it and they were all complimenting each other's eyes.

An Zizai scanned the new disciples, his gaze suddenly falling on one of the black-clad youths. He narrowed his eyes, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)