Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 1391

The shadow took a deep breath before slowly walking over Shu Shu’s body. He carefully extended his divine sense, scanning every part of her body. Usually, such an intimate act would be considered a violation of a person’s privacy. As a subordinate of the Emperor, he should never know the body of an Imperial Consort so vividly unless he was a doctor. However, the situation was different, and since it involved the Emperor’s body, the shadow had to cross the line.

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"Well?" Shu Ren asked after seeing the shadow frown and not uttering a word.

"Her…[Existence] is collapsing," the shadow replied.

"What? Such a severe injury?" Shu Ren asked. The anger he had previously controlled immediately resurfaced. "So, someone did get to her?"

"I’m afraid not," the shadow explained.

"What are you saying?" The shadow was quiet. "Now you want to be quiet?" Shu Ren roared, releasing his killing intent to the shadow again, making him kneel on the ground.

"Explain what you discovered."

"The Imperial Consort is…a failed experiment, after all. The foundation of her [Existence] is the concept of [perfection], and since she was not appropriately made, it is not collapsing."

Shu Ren clenched his hands after hearing this. He had forgotten about this fact. Most perfection experiments do not last long, and the few successful ones usually require the subjects to cultivate to a high enough level to make up for their flaws. Shu Shu had no cultivation and could live for so long because Shu Ren fed her many immortal pills. The worst part is that she cannot cultivate herself in the current situation.

"Do you have any solutions?" Shu Ren asked.

"For now, we can only return her to…" The shadow stops as he remembers the Emperor destroyed the dimension Shu Shu was found in case something was wrong with it. The worst part is it was the shadow’s suggestion.

"We can only temporarily seal her to prevent the collapse. Maybe the scholars will have a method."

Shu Ren calmed down before walking to her; he finally checked himself, and without hesitation, he tried to inject some of his powers into her body. However, his actions seemed to accelerate the process as a quarter of Shu Shu’s hair suddenly turned white. Shu Ren immediately stopped his actions.

"Summon the dynasty’s brightest mind. I need an answer before the sun rises," Shu Ren ordered, his gaze not leaving her side. "One more thing — the news cannot leave this hall."

"As you wish," the shadow nodded before summoning a sword. After massacring all the maids present, he summoned these scholars and enlightened beings. Under the threat of death, these scholars gave Shu Ren two solutions.

He sat on his throne, contemplating their words. The first solution was unusable since Shu Ren knew he would lose Shu Shu if he dared show her before Supreme Unity. If he asked Taoism for help, the best scenario was that they would use her to control him, and he would still lose her in the end.

"Are you sure we don’t have any resources for Perfection Dao?" Shu Ren asked his Minister of Finance who was in charge of the dynasty’s treasury.

"His Majesty, as I said, these things are rare, and we don’t have any at hand."

"But I remember we had a few crystals that contained some essence of perfection."

"You gifted them to Xun Junyao," the minister replied.

"Her?" Shu Ren’s eyes suddenly brightened. "Yes, her. As long as I get my hands on her and refine her blood and soul, I should be able to perfect Shu Shu and save her life."

Shu Ren looked at the shadow: "It’s your job to find her as soon as possible — no matter the price we have to pay."

"Your majesty, our chances at finding that woman are not high — especially in such a short window."

"It’s your job to make the impossible possible," Shu Ren snapped.

"I will do my best, but I suggest we focus on finding the remains of other people experimenting on perfection. Such an approach has a higher chance of success."

"Do both," Shu Ren ordered with a slightly raised voice. He then turned to another team in the meeting: "How long will the seal last?" The team looked at each other before the leader was forced to step forward and explain:

"If we are lucky, about 200 years."

"So little? How can you guys be so useless?"

"Pardon us, Your Majesty, but we have no knowledge about perfection, and this is the best we can do," the leader, a middle-aged man with a thick beard and yellow dress, swiftly answered. He wanted to tell his majesty that his previous actions drastically shortened the Imperial Consort’s time, but he did not dare.