"Quite interesting," Xu Zimei smiled with genuine interest, his gaze fixed on the scene ahead, as rays from the morning sun slanted through the window.
The shadow of the window reflected on the floor, with dust lazily nestled in the crevices of the windowsill.
"Destiny cannot be changed, fate will eventually arrive.
Yet, here I am, Xu Zimei, who simply doesn't believe in fate. Every step I take now is changing my own destiny.
Just you wait, one day, even this world will prostrate at my feet, and Great Emperors will merely be the countless bones on my traveled path."
If Xu Zimei were treading the same path he did in his previous life, he wouldn't dare to be so confident.
But now, he was only missing the Mysterious Yellow Qi to consolidate his own True Fate World.
To create a world, that was Xu Zimei's confidence.
When he truly succeeds one day, even Great Emperors will be but ants, and he will fear no one.
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