Fated to Rule, Destined to Love: The Martial Emperor’s Curse

A cold wind swept across the ruined battlefield, carrying the distant echoes of a past long buried. Ling Tian stood still, his eyes fixed on the empty sky, as if searching for something unseen.

Xu Qing'er watched him in silence. She could feel the shift within him—the burden that now rested upon his shoulders. He was no longer just searching for power.

He was seeking the truth.

And truth… was the most dangerous weapon of all.

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A Whisper in the Void

Just as Ling Tian prepared to move, a strange sensation rippled through his soul. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there—a whisper echoing from the depths of the void itself.

"Return…"

His eyes narrowed. A lingering soul imprint?

He focused, and in an instant, the world around him blurred. Space twisted, the Forsaken Realm distorting—

And then, he was elsewhere.

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A Ruined Hall, A Forgotten Past

The air was thick with dust and the scent of time long lost. Ling Tian stood within the ruins of what once must have been a great hall—its shattered pillars stretching toward a darkened sky.

At the center of the hall, a throne lay broken, its insignia faded beyond recognition.

Yet, even in its destruction, an overwhelming pressure lingered.

Xu Qing'er stepped beside him, her voice barely above a whisper. "This place… it was once a domain of power."

Ling Tian remained silent. He could feel it too. The remnants of a Sovereign's Will, scattered across the air like dying embers.

But this wasn't just any throne.

This was a Vanquished Throne.

His fingertips brushed against the stone, and in that moment—

Visions surged into his mind.

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The Last Stand of the Ling Clan

Flashes of battle.

Figures clad in silver and gold, standing at the gates of this very hall.

A man wielding a dual-colored sword, his eyes burning with a defiance that shook the heavens.

Ling Tian's ancestor.

And before him, the ones who came to erase them.

Figures cloaked in shadows, their presence bending reality itself.

Their voices were cold. Unyielding.

"You were never meant to exist."

The battle that followed shook the very Myriad Worlds.

But in the end…

The Ling Clan fell.

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Awakening the Past

Ling Tian gasped, his mind snapping back to reality.

His palm trembled against the stone of the ruined throne. The weight of what he had just seen pressed heavily on his chest.

Xu Qing'er's expression was grave. "You saw it, didn't you?"

Ling Tian clenched his fists. "They didn't just fall. They were erased. Wiped from history itself."

His voice was quiet, but within it burned a storm of unshakable resolve.

Xu Qing'er hesitated before stepping closer. "If they were erased… then how do you still exist?"

A question that sent a chill through the air.

Ling Tian turned to face her. In his golden-azure eyes, something deeper had begun to awaken.

"That is what I will find out."

As the dust settled around them, the whisper in the void returned—stronger this time.

"The Vanquished Throne was never truly broken."

Ling Tian exhaled slowly. His path was set.

This was no longer just about revenge.

This was about restoring what was lost.

And for that…

The Myriad Worlds would tremble.

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