"Good. You're not dead."
"Why does everyone keep saying that," said Wang Wei. Even his mother stated he was glad he was not dead during their brief conversation.
"Well, every time you leave the sect, you either end up exiled, missing limbs, or dead," Wu Hong casually replied. "It's beginning to become a pattern."
"Aren't I fine now?" he replied as he embraced her.
"Are you happy that you did the bare minimum of surviving?"
"No, I'm showing you I've grown and can barely protect myself."
"At least you know your limitations," added Wu Hong. "So, what happened?"
Wang Wei explained to her in detail what happened during the clean-up. "By the way, do you know the Devil Primogenitor?"
"Never met him, but you can say we have a special fate." After hearing what happened, new memories appeared in her mind. In the other timeline, the Primogenitor was not defeated by an alliance of all the influential factions of the upper dimension. After that battle, he escaped with severe injuries.
After her ascension, he blamed her for her failure and created a lot of trouble for her. Luckily, people like Maitreya and the Sword Empress protected her. And when she reached the peak of a Boundless Paragon, she slaughtered the injured Devil Primogenitor. That fight was one of the most difficult of her life–not because of the opponent's strength. But because of a magical artifact, he had it in his hands.
In this timeline, future her not only wanted to remove the entanglement between Wang Wei and Xu Junyao or make his path smoother; she also wanted to fix one of her biggest regrets.
'Meng Xiaohui,' thought Xu Shi.
While the devil race forces hunted her in the upper dimension, she met a young girl who ran away because her family wanted to sell her to a rich young master in the city.
…
"You said your name is Meng Xiaohui?"
"Yes."
"What a beautiful name."
"T-Thank you."
"You said your village sold you?"
"Yes. They keep saying it's the blessing of my ancestors to be desired by the Young Master Lin. Damn then. I've seen the fate of the women favored by that stupid young master," said Meng Xiaohui with her young voice.
"You remind me of a young me."
"Really? Does that mean I can one day be as powerful and beautiful as you?"
"Probably not, since between heaven and earth, I'm unique. But you can try."
Wu Hong's eyes moistened a little as the memories flooded in.
"Master, can I be your apprentice?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I will only bring you trouble. I should never have stayed here for so long."
"Master, when are you going to teach me cultivation?"
"I'm not your master."
"No, master. So, when?"
"…Master, master, I've succeeded in practicing the sealing technique."
"Indeed. Congratulations," said Wu Hong with a smile. She had not smiled in a long time. But recently, she found herself doing it more and more often.
"Unfortunately, it took me so long."
"The Sealing Dao does not suit you. Even the Origin Path System is not perfectly suited for you."
"But master, I want to be like you."
"You should walk your own path. If you focus too much on being like me, you'll only become a copy and have no chance of ever surpassing me."
"I-I understand."
"We will go to the Heavenly Temple of Record to find the cultivation system perfectly suited for you. We need to be quick and discrete and not be discovered."
"It seems you're talented with the Spear. I, your great master, will get you the best Spear Dao Emperor Scripture and refine the best spear for you."
"...Master, I'm sorry I disappointed you."
"You don't need to feel sorry. Comprehending a silver of Existence and walking the path of Nine Extremity is not something anyone can achieve."
"But you did it."
"...Master, master, I'm now an Emperor; I have escaped the shackle of death with a lifespan above Heaven and Earth." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
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