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Chapter 1: Transmigrated as the Villainous Demon Emperor:
In the grand hall, a young man with a handsome yet sinister appearance lounged lazily on the throne.
Below the throne stood dozens of people.
“Congratulations to the Lord for conquering another region!”
“The Lord’s martial prowess is unmatched, his divine power knows no bounds, ruling over the central lands!”
“The Lord is a paragon of virtue and might, destined to unify the world for all eternity!”
“The Lord sweeps across the eight directions, reigning supreme above and below!”
Wang Muchen’s lips curled into a faint smile as he listened to the flattery with interest.
How amusing. He had transmigrated…
Not just to any point in time but a thousand years back into the body of the Holy Emperor—no, the Demon Emperor.
This Demon Emperor was a legendary figure in later generations. He was undefeated in countless battles. Even in the end, when he perished and vanished, he never truly lost.
“Enough! Those slogans are too outdated. Stop chanting them in the future,” Wang Muchen interrupted.
“As you command, Lord,” his subordinates replied in unison.
“Report your matters quickly. If there’s nothing urgent, dismiss yourselves,” Wang Muchen yawned.
At this moment in time, the central lands consisted of nineteen regions. The Heavenly Saint Sect had already claimed eight of them, leaving the remaining eleven fragmented and disunited.
It seemed as though the world was within his grasp.
However, if his memory served him right, the Demon Emperor would meet his end in just one month.
The so-called Son of Destiny was on the verge of mastering his divine powers. While the eleven regions appeared chaotic on the surface, they had secretly formed an alliance.
The righteous factions were laying a trap, waiting for Lin Fan, the Son of Destiny, to emerge from seclusion before baiting the Demon Emperor into their ambush.
Most of his subordinates would betray him, secretly joining the righteous factions.
Historical records showed that the Demon Emperor, deceived by his subordinates, charged headlong into the trap and was surrounded by the righteous alliance. What followed was a tragic and dramatic farewell as the Demon Emperor ended his own life.
His grand empire and ambitions crumbled into dust.
Subsequently, the Son of Destiny advanced triumphantly, uniting the nineteen regions and becoming the second person in recent history to unify the world.
But now that Wang Muchen had transmigrated, none of that would happen.
“Lord, it’s said that Lin Fan of the Xuantian Sword Sect is about to break through to the Divine Power Realm. Should we attack the sect immediately? If we wait until he breaks through, it may bring complications,” the Deputy Leader, Ren Tianyu, suggested.
The martial cultivation realms were divided as follows: Third-Class, Second-Class, First-Class, Postnatal, Innate, Dao Realm, and Divine Power.
At present, only two individuals had reached the Divine Power Realm: the Demon Emperor and the old Sword Saint of the Xuantian Sword Sect.
When the Son of Destiny emerged from seclusion, there would be three.
As for realms beyond Divine Power, they were unattainable due to the limitations of the world’s spiritual energy.
Wang Muchen glanced at Ren Tianyu, then shifted his gaze to scan the rest of the hall with interest.
If his memory was accurate, of the 34 subordinates present, 27 had secretly defected to the righteous factions.
The Deputy Leader, the Left and Right Envoys, and the Protectors had all betrayed him.
Wang Muchen couldn’t help but sigh.
The Demon Emperor’s authority had grown so overbearing that even the upper echelons of the Heavenly Saint Sect had turned against him.
It was as though the righteous and the demonic factions had already merged, yet they still didn’t dare act against him, waiting instead for Lin Fan to emerge.
“No need. After conquering two regions in succession, our foundation is a bit shaky. Focus on consolidating these territories for now,” Wang Muchen replied indifferently.
“As you command,” Ren Tianyu inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. If Wang Muchen truly launched an attack on the Xuantian Sword Sect now, there was a chance the tide could turn.
Wang Muchen lazily added, “For the next month, I’ll be preoccupied with personal matters. Report everything to the Deputy Leader.”
“As you command, Lord.”
Once the others had left, Wang Muchen propped his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
In forums of later generations, there was a recurring debate: if one transmigrated into the Demon Emperor’s body, could they defy fate and change their destiny?
The consensus was clear: it was impossible.
The Demon Emperor’s era wasn’t like the age of flourishing humanity in later generations, where the heavens’ will was greatly diminished.
At this point in time, destiny was overwhelmingly strong.
Lin Fan bore the will of destiny, while Wang Muchen carried the fate of the Demon Emperor.
And the Demon Emperor’s fate was to be defeated by the Son of Destiny, paving the way for his rise to greatness.
Even if he surrendered to Lin Fan, he would still die.
And even if he killed Lin Fan a thousand times over, reduced him to ashes, Lin Fan would resurrect and return stronger than ever.
The Son of Destiny was like the protagonist of a novel: radiating an aura of dominance that made allies bow to him instantly.
Falling off a cliff would lead to discovering a hidden cave with treasures.
Being poisoned would result in meeting a divine healer and gaining a breakthrough in power.
The righteous sect’s senior disciple would fall for him, and even the villainous demoness would be captivated.
Under normal circumstances, there was no way for the Demon Emperor to defy fate.
Of course, if one had a system cheat, anything was possible.
Unfortunately, Wang Muchen had no such cheat.
He pondered over how to break the cycle of fate.
In later generations, he would have countless methods to counter destiny.
But here, things were more complicated.
He had to die once; otherwise, Lin Fan’s destiny would never dissipate.
He couldn’t seize destiny for himself either.
Wang Muchen searched his memory for methods of resurrection.
Three came to mind, but only one was feasible: the Reincarnation Transformation Technique, which required five years to complete the revival.
By then, Lin Fan’s destiny would have dissipated.
But that wasn’t enough. If Lin Fan still bore destiny, no matter what plans Wang Muchen devised, they would inevitably be foiled.
The only way to counter destiny was with destiny itself. He had to turn to the three female protagonists, who also carried destiny. If their hearts leaned toward him, there would be a glimmer of hope.
Wang Muchen’s gaze deepened, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
He left the hall, flying into the sky and surveying the structures below.
“The architectural style is slightly different from what I’ve seen on television,” he mused.
Humanity in later generations had almost been wiped out by an alien invasion, and no ancient structures had survived.
“Let’s start with the female protagonist from the ‘Demon Emperor’s Farewell’ story—the one who became the Empress, spanning a thousand years of human history,” Wang Muchen murmured as he flew toward a palace.
This era had three female protagonists. Two were Lin Fan’s confidantes, while the last deeply loved the Demon Emperor.
The Demon Emperor, however, loved another protagonist. It wasn’t until his final moments that he accepted her feelings.
Surrounded by enemies, he carved a path of blood to ensure her escape.
Ten years later, fate took a turn. That female protagonist took the second-generation protagonist as her disciple and annihilated Lin Fan’s empire in return.