Chapter 127: All Calculations

On the surface, the Fierce Murderous Heaven was being delayed by the Twelve Heavenly Lords, but secretly, it was the one holding back the Twelve Heavenly Lords, allowing its own incarnation to sabotage Nanluo’s breakthrough.

Since discovering this earth-shattering calamity, the Heavenly Lords had been gripped with unease and helpless panic.

Lei Xing, the Heavenly Lord, watching the others remain silent, could no longer hold back and asked, “What are we to do now? Is it still possible to rush to the Hall of Gods to aid His Majesty Nanluo?”

“It’s too late!” Fang Yan shook his head, casting his gaze toward the incessantly chattering Fierce Murderous Heaven nearby. “If we head to the Hall of Gods now, this Fierce Murderous Heaven in front of us will surely block our way.”

“Besides, this is the Spirit Tribulation of the Three Trials under the ruthless law of heaven and earth. Even if we arrive at the Hall of Gods, I’m afraid we won’t be able to stop the Fierce Murderous Heaven’s rampage.”

Before his words faded, Bu Xu gave a wry smile and said, “In the end, we underestimated the peril of this Spirit Tribulation.”

“Fate is thus ordained. What can be done?” Ni Gu’s face was grave.

The Heavenly Lords fell silent at his words.

“Miao Yan, what do you say we do? We can’t just stand here and listen to that Fierce Murderous Heaven blathering nonsense,” Lei Xing turned to the silent Miao Yan, hoping for guidance.

As the leader of the Twelve Heavenly Lords, Miao Yan’s prestige was immense, and now, having sacrificed so much for the divine cause, when she spoke, the others would follow her commands.

Earlier, Miao Yan had burned her own life force and had been using divine power to restore her godly body ever since. Hearing the others’ words, she remained silent.

Now, with Lei Xing seeking her counsel, Miao Yan slowly looked around at the Heavenly Lords, her expression solemn as she said, “We will not go to the Hall of Gods to aid His Majesty.”

Lei Xing was surprised, not expecting Miao Yan to also oppose rushing to aid Nanluo.

The other Heavenly Lords showed no change in expression.

“Just as Fang Yan said, it’s already too late,” Miao Yan continued, reading the expressions of the others, especially Lei Xing’s shock, clearly.

“This is the Spirit Tribulation of the Three Trials under the ruthless law of heaven and earth. Outside forces can only have limited effect. We have done all we can, and I believe His Majesty Nanluo will not blame us. Now, it depends on whether the fate bestowed upon His Majesty can overcome the rebellious fate of Fierce Murderous Heaven.”

Nanluo was the sovereign of the divine race, bearing the Mandate of Heaven, the master of destiny; Fierce Murderous Heaven was the emperor of the Fierce Clan, bearing rebellious fate, the master of defiance.

If destiny triumphed over rebellion, Nanluo would be safe; if rebellion overcame destiny, all would be lost.

“Destiny?! Rebellion?!” The other eleven Heavenly Lords pondered these words deeply, chewing over these concepts repeatedly, feeling the unfathomable and elusive nature of fate.

“Could it be that His Majesty Nanluo chose Fierce Murderous Heaven as the incarnation of his Spirit Tribulation because he foresaw this very struggle—that destiny would overcome rebellion, enabling a successful breakthrough?” Fang Yan’s eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Miao Yan excitedly.

At his words, the Heavenly Lords’ minds all flashed with insight, thoughtfully regarding Fang Yan.

Miao Yan’s gaze deepened on Fang Yan, thinking: “Fang Yan, as the master of the Law of Literature, is indeed quick-witted and rare in the world. From just the words ‘destiny’ and ‘rebellion,’ he has deduced His Majesty Nanluo’s plan.”

“Exactly!” Miao Yan affirmed his deduction. “This is His Majesty Nanluo’s true strategy.”

“So that’s it!” Yehehua inhaled deeply, nodding heavily in admiration of Nanluo’s profound foresight. “His Majesty Nanluo truly possesses unparalleled wisdom and inscrutable depth.”

“From the moment Fierce Murderous Heaven revealed his identity, it was destined he would become a stepping stone for His Majesty Nanluo.” Wu Po Tian recalled Nanluo’s order for him to force Fierce Murderous Heaven to reveal himself, realizing this was to make him the incarnation of the Spirit Tribulation.

According to the ruthless law of heaven and earth, the Spirit Tribulation’s incarnation should be the cultivator’s adversary or mortal enemy.

Nanluo, as the master of destiny, and Fierce Murderous Heaven, as the master of rebellion, stood opposed.

Once Fierce Murderous Heaven revealed his identity, coinciding with Nanluo’s breakthrough to the Spirit Tribulation, their conflicting fates meant Fierce Murderous Heaven would inevitably become the Spirit Tribulation’s incarnation.

Indeed, the strategy was profound—thinking three steps ahead.

Seeing the renewed confidence among the Heavenly Lords, Miao Yan thought, “Everything is unfolding exactly as His Majesty Nanluo foresaw.”

As leader of the Twelve Heavenly Lords, revered and powerful, Miao Yan was deeply trusted by Nanluo.

No matter the intricate schemes and calculations Nanluo devised, he needed an executor.

That executor was Miao Yan, hence she knew part of Nanluo’s plans.

“Now, are all of you at ease?” Miao Yan smiled, interrupting the Heavenly Lords’ murmurs.

They exchanged glances and responded in unison, “Please, Miao Yan, lead us!”

“Fierce Murderous Heaven is recklessly arrogant and utterly contemptuous of our divine race,” Miao Yan’s voice rang with authority.

“Now, Fierce Murderous Heaven foolishly dispatches his incarnation to sabotage His Majesty Nanluo’s breakthrough, unaware that all this is part of His Majesty’s design.”

“This Fierce Murderous Heaven still pretends to be strong, chattering away defiantly. How can we tolerate his continued arrogance? This is a great insult to the divine race.”

“Therefore, I order all Twelve Heavenly Lords to attack. We must slay this Fierce Murderous Heaven before us.”

At Miao Yan’s commanding tone, the eleven other Heavenly Lords shouted in unison, “We shall not tolerate this! We swear to kill Fierce Murderous Heaven!”

From Miao Yan’s foresight into Fierce Murderous Heaven’s future to the Twelve Heavenly Lords’ strategy, to outside observers, no more than a quarter of an hour had passed.

Within that quarter hour, Fierce Murderous Heaven kept chattering, but this did not mean he was unaware of the changes among the Twelve Heavenly Lords.

From the moment Miao Yan glimpsed Fierce Murderous Heaven’s future, he felt watched—though he did not know by whom, he guessed it was the Twelve Heavenly Lords.

Especially from their initial confusion upon hearing the grim news to their later confident understanding of Nanluo’s stratagem, these profound psychological shifts influenced their aura.

Though these subtle shifts were almost imperceptible, they did not escape the Emperor of Ten Thousand Fierce Beasts—Fierce Murderous Heaven.

Though unsure of all that transpired, from the aura changes of the Twelve Heavenly Lords, Fierce Murderous Heaven knew a fierce battle was imminent.

Thus, the dozens of powerful beings watching nearby, including the Candle Dragon, witnessed an incredible scene.

First, Fierce Murderous Heaven suddenly ceased his chatter. At the same time, the aura of the Twelve Heavenly Lords surged dramatically, golden divine power on their bodies shining more brilliantly; Fierce Murderous Heaven refused to yield, his body radiating a bloody, sinister aura of ferocity and sin.

“Kill!”

The Twelve Heavenly Lords and Fierce Murderous Heaven locked cold gazes, simultaneously roaring in fury, transforming into streams of divine light as they charged toward each other to clash fiercely.