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Baili Xiao's words left Xu Zimo deeply shocked.
Whether it was the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures or the Heaven-Shattering God-Scripture, these were things from the Outer Heavens.
People from the Primordial Heartlands had no access to them, not even the Sacred Lord of the True Martial Sacred Ground could reach them.
Yet Baili Xiao, who had never even been to the Outer Heavens, somehow knew about them?
"What, scared?" Baili Xiao smiled.
It was rare to see Xu Zimo looking genuinely shocked.
"Curious how I know about the Outer Heavens, aren’t you?"
"I am pretty curious," Xu Zimo nodded.
"Have you ever thought about one thing?" Baili Xiao responded.
"Grand Empress Hongtian bore the Heaven's Will hundreds of thousands of years ago. Why is it that when I reincarnated to cultivate again, I ended up in your era and not another?"
"Never thought about it. Even if I did, I wouldn’t figure it out," Xu Zimo said. "Are you here to stop me from bearing the Heaven's Will?"
"Interpret it however you want," Baili Xiao said. "A lot of things are far more complicated than you imagine. You’re just a speck in the ocean, an ant. If I were you, I’d enjoy the time I have left and prepare for destruction. Never forget who you really are."
"Who I really am," Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
She obviously didn’t mean the Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground.
That only left one identity... the Infernal Lord.
In this moment, Baili Xiao appeared shrouded in fog to Xu Zimo, he suddenly felt like he couldn’t see through her anymore.
Or rather, he could see through Baili Xiao, but not through the Jade Purity Immortal.
Watching her walk away, Xu Zimo felt like he was being drawn into a grand conspiracy.
"Hey," Xu Zimo suddenly stood up and looked at her retreating figure.
"I’ve heard that water can wear through stone and iron rods can be ground into needles. I’ve also heard that mayflies can shake trees and ants can look down on the heavens. I’ve lived this long because I don’t believe in fate."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Baili Xiao slowly turned around.
She didn’t respond, just looked at him with a sad, yet calm expression.
The breeze slowly passed between them, carrying dust but seemingly bringing nothing at all.
"I could kill you right now, you know," Xu Zimo said with a wide grin.
"I’m just a piece on the board. There are many white pieces. Kill me, and another will replace me." Baili Xiao replied calmly.
"But I just hate this particular piece," Xu Zimo smiled. "You say we’re black and white chess pieces, and fate is decided by the player. But what about the player? Who the hell decides their fate?"
Baili Xiao stayed silent, and Xu Zimo continued, "And you, have you gotten used to being beneath others? Used to being a chess piece. Don’t fucking lump me in with you. I don’t want to be a piece. I want to make the player kneel and call me daddy."
"You’re too weak," Baili Xiao said calmly.
"How strong is strong enough? Saint Sovereign? Infinite Dao?" Xu Zimo laughed. "Or maybe I should open all twelve meridian gates and give it a try."
"The gap in realms cannot be bridged," Baili Xiao replied. "When the time comes, you’ll realize just how powerless, weak, and useless you truly are."
"Like when Chu Yang died?" Xu Zimo smiled.
Baili Xiao suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with cold light.
"You’ll die even more miserably than him."
"I’ve already died once. What the hell is there to fear?" Xu Zimo said calmly. "I’ll make my enemies kneel before me one by one. Even the heavens, I’ll flip them upside down. To me, death is nothing."
"The great tides of fate cannot be reversed," Baili Xiao seemed unwilling to continue, turning to leave.
"The great tide cannot be reversed, but is that tide one that I’ll create to rule the world? Or is it the so-called player looking down from above?" Xu Zimo said calmly. "Don’t be so sure, maybe even the player is just another piece."
"Lunatic," Baili Xiao snorted coldly under her breath.
And walked off into the distance.
Xu Zimo didn’t say anything more. He slowly sat down, leaning against the edge of the arena.
Many thoughts filled his mind.
Baili Xiao said he was supposed to be dead.
She was right. In his past life, around this time, he should’ve died under the main character, Chu Yang’s sword.
Or perhaps, from birth, he had already been targeted.
If he hadn’t defied fate in this life, he wouldn’t even know any of this.
He slowly looked up. At that moment, infernal energy quietly flowed through his pupils.
His gaze turned deep and distant, looking far toward the horizon.
It felt as though his eyes pierced through layers of space, through the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm, beyond Baili City, across mountains and seas, as if he could see the entire world.
Street vendors hawked fresh steamed buns.
Someone ranked first in the imperial exams.
Someone became wealthy beyond measure.
A regular youth entered an imperial lineage.
A noble family celebrated with grand feasts.
Someone was blessed with many children.
A cultivator broke through a long-standing bottleneck.
A bird sliced through the silent sky.
Towering waves crashed against the blue sea.
And a ten-thousand-foot mountain collapsed with a roar.
All the scenes of the world unfolded before his eyes. After a long while, Xu Zimo withdrew his gaze.
He chuckled and said, "What a lively, bustling world this is."
"What’s wrong?" Gong Yun'er asked in confusion.
"Do you think I’m a bad person?" Xu Zimo looked up and asked.
"I don’t really know you," Gong Yun'er replied. "But I don’t think good or bad can be judged by one or two actions. And good people can turn bad, bad people can turn good."
"You’re right. Human nature is complex," Xu Zimo smiled.
"Some live in high towers, some in deep ditches. Some shine brilliantly, some are covered in rust. There are countless kinds of people in the world. One day, I will conquer this vast land, conquer all people, conquer this world."
He recalled something he once said.
Wherever the sun and moon shine, it shall be demon soil. Wherever rivers reach, all shall kneel to me.
"Maybe... it's time to visit the Primordial Demon Cave."
"You’ll make it," Gong Yun'er said beside him.
"As long as you become the Grand Emperor, you’ll be the strongest in the world."
"No," Xu Zimo patted the dust off his clothes and slowly stood up.
His gaze was calm. His voice was calm.
"I said... I'll conquer the Outer Heavens."
In the freezing December winter, snow fell in midair as cold winds howled.
Gong Yun'er looked at the figure before her.
He felt towering and immense, and the words he left behind echoed in her ears.
Conquer the Outer Heavens!
Someone who had never even been there saying he would conquer it.
Yet at that moment, she didn’t find it ignorant or ridiculous. Instead, she etched his overwhelming presence and those words into her heart.
She knew she would remember this moment for the rest of her life.
"Who dares offend the Eastern Continent? The Supreme Primal Sacred Ground is here!" a thunderous shout came from the distance.