Chapter 898: The Quasi-Emperors

Hearing this, Chen Ling’s movements paused slightly.

"Unable to bear the imperial destiny?" Chen Ling’s eyes flashed with surprise. "How is that possible..."

Chen Ling was the first to not believe that Li Fu couldn't bear the imperial destiny. If that were true, where did his own imperial destiny come from?

But looking at Li Fu’s current state and the expressions of those around him, it seemed to be the case... This made Chen Ling a bit puzzled. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Could it be a scheme by Ying Fu?

Pretending he couldn't bear the imperial destiny to make everyone lower their guard while showing weakness to himself?

If so, Ying Fu’s mind was too deep, and his cunning was not inferior to his own.

"A weak destiny isn't a weak body; training won't help..." The hemp-clothed youth shook his head. "I don't have the destiny to become an emperor, so I won't hold you all back. While there’s still a chance to choose again, go find others."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The hemp-clothed youth looked up and saw that in other areas of "Leaping in the Abyss," imperial auras were rising to the sky, and they were all converging in the same direction...

He watched this silently for a long time, not knowing what kind of inner struggle he had gone through, but finally, he walked firmly in that direction.

"Brother Li..."

Han Dong hesitated for a moment before whispering in his ear, "Brother Li, why don't we not go? Zhu Zhong and the other quasi-emperors are all there. If we go, wouldn't we..."

"I haven't found A-Qian yet."

The hemp-clothed youth’s calm sentence blocked the rest of Han Dong’s words. The latter looked at him with a complex expression and didn't try to persuade him further.

A-Qian had been separated from him when entering the second layer, and he didn't know where she was now. If all the quasi-emperors were gathering in one place, there was a high probability that A-Qian was there too... This was the hemp-clothed youth’s only concern now.

As everyone gradually left, Chen Ling, hidden in the forest, silently gripped the hilt of his bone-carving knife.

Since he had encountered Li Fu again, Chen Ling naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity. But just as he was about to strike, he saw Jiang Xiaohua on his back and fell into deep thought...

Jiang Xiaohua was currently unconscious, and his aura concealment was intermittent. He didn't know if the emperors had sensed his presence. For Chen Ling, his current situation was like Schrödinger’s cat, in a superposition of "exposed" and "not exposed."

But if he killed Li Fu, based on the logic that the future could not be changed, this process would inevitably be obstructed... The way of obstruction would likely be the emperors "happening" to arrive again, separating him from Li Fu, just like in the "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" layer.

If he chased Li Fu now, he would be in an "exposed" state; but if he didn't, would he necessarily be exposed?

What a Schrödinger’s Chen Ling...

But it was undeniable that in Chen Ling’s current state, if there were another imperial siege, he would likely be unable to escape.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ling chose not to chase Li Fu for now. Instead, he put away the bone-carving knife and followed the group like a ghost, looking for the right opportunity.

The group walked along the wasteland for a long time and entered an abandoned, uninhabited city.

This city seemed to have suffered from war; there were no commoners. Dust flew with their footsteps, and everywhere he looked, there were chaotic shops and collapsed houses...

In the silence, a team with about the same number of people as the hemp-clothed youth’s group walked over from the other side of the road.

Surrounded by the crowd, a beautiful figure radiating the aura of a quasi-emperor seemed to sense something and turned her head slightly toward the hemp-clothed youth...

"Wu Qiong?" Seeing that person, the hemp-clothed youth’s brows raised slightly.

His gaze then swept across the surroundings, and he quickly found a petite figure in the crowd, suddenly stopping in his tracks.

"Brother Li!!"

"A-Qian!"

Seeing the hemp-clothed youth, the figure didn't hesitate to rush out of the crowd, running halfway across the street and throwing herself into his arms.

The hemp-clothed youth held A-Qian in his arms, and after confirming there were no injuries or abnormalities, his hanging heart finally settled...

"A-Qian, where did you go?"

"I’ve been following Sister Wu Qiong." A-Qian looked up at him, her eyes red. "When I opened my eyes, I was in the swamp with Sister Wu Qiong and the others... I wanted to find you, but they said it was too dangerous and told me to follow them first, saying there would definitely be a chance to reunite with you later."

Hearing this, the hemp-clothed youth’s gaze turned back to Wu Qiong in the crowd...

The current Wu Qiong seemed different from before.

Her body seemed to be shrouded in a faint golden robe, and her brows revealed a sword-like sharpness and clarity. She walked over, each step seeming to tread on stars, causing a slight resonance with this ancient treasury.

If the previous Wu Qiong was just a clever girl, she now looked like an empress who had walked out of history, seemingly possessing a temperament of looking down on the world.

"Li Fu..." Wu Qiong narrowed her eyes, examining the hemp-clothed youth in the crowd, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Did you not go to take the quasi-emperor destiny?"

The hemp-clothed youth’s body trembled slightly.

Standing before Wu Qiong, against the backdrop of the quasi-emperor destiny, he looked like a simple and ordinary youth; the two were no longer in the same world... He couldn't even calmly look into those eyes that were like the bright moon.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

The hemp-clothed youth shook his head and turned to walk behind him.

But before he could take a few steps, a more robust quasi-emperor pressure approached from not far away. The vast figures almost occupied the entire street, surging forward like a dark cloud, their numbers exceeding the sum of the hemp-clothed youth’s and Wu Qiong’s groups.

And at the very front of that group, a tall figure holding a heavy halberd he had picked up from somewhere walked over leisurely.

"Hehe, isn't this Li Fu..."

Zhu Zhong’s mouth curled slightly. His physique seemed to have grown a circle larger than before, like an invincible overlord. With every gesture, a sense of oppression swept over.

The moment he saw him, the hemp-clothed youth’s expression turned extremely gloomy.

Boom—!!

The heavy halberd in Zhu Zhong’s hand landed on the ground, emitting a muffled sound. The oppression made everyone around the hemp-clothed youth tremble, and they subconsciously took several steps back...

"What? Is your destiny like that kid Liu Yang’s, unable to bear the destiny?" Zhu Zhong saw through the hemp-clothed youth’s situation at a glance and laughed loudly. "I thought you were some imperial star fallen from heaven; in the end, you’re just a little brat playing god."