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Emperor Donghua was dressed in a purple robe that fluttered in the wind. The Cang He sword in his hand was wrapped with the spiritual power of destroying the heaven and earth. His sword moves were sharp, just like a silver dragon out of the sea. The dazzling light made the surroundings pale. Every time he swung the sword, it was wrapped with the majestic power gathered from his thousand years of cultivation, and fiercely hit the mysterious barrier that protected his name. However, this barrier seemed to be an ancient restriction that existed at the beginning of chaos. Amid the whistling sword wind and the surging spiritual power, it was as stable as Mount Tai, without even a trace of cracks.

After a long time of attack, Donghua's forehead gradually became sweaty, and a few strands of hair were messily stuck to his cheeks, but the stubbornness in his cold eyes did not diminish at all. Until his arms were numb and the strength faded from his body like a tide, he shook his body and slowly retracted his sword. With a low sigh, the Cang He sword fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, which startled a circle of dust in the silence.

At this time, dark clouds were surging from the sky, weighing heavily on his head. Deafening thunders rose and fell, as if the heavens were angry and were shouting at Donghua, hoping that he would stop and turn back. The roars of thunders, hitting Donghua's ears, turned into insignificant buzzing sounds. His heart and eyes were filled with the obsession of breaking free from the shackles.

Donghua gritted his teeth, turned around, and strode quickly towards the Sansheng Stone that carried the fate of the three realms. His slender fingers trembled as he touched the stone surface, and his eyes were anxious and flustered, scanning the densely packed names inch by inch. Finally, he saw "Mo Yuan" and "Shao Wan" standing side by side. The two names were like red-hot irons, burning his eyes fiercely. Donghua's body suddenly stiffened, and the bitter memories of the past that were deeply buried, wrapped in reluctance and self-mockery, all came to his mind. Thinking back to the past, he used to look down on the world and was fearless. How could he have been so embarrassed? But at this moment, in front of this huge stone of fate, the noble and unparalleled emperor also tasted the bitter taste of being unable to break free.

Emperor Donghua stood straight, like a peerless spear, proudly standing on the top of a mountain where wind and clouds rolled. The wild wind whistled past, tearing his noble purple clothes and making a rustling sound. His silver hair flew unruly, but he didn't care about his manners at all. His heart and eyes were filled with inextricable anger and confusion. His eyes were wide open, staring at the chaotic void in front of him, and there seemed to be a burning fire in his eyes. He shouted hoarsely:

"Why are you so hard-hearted? What secrets are you hiding that you won't tell me at all? Why can't she and I be together? Even though I have made up my mind to go against all the established principles of this world, even if I have to go against the heavens and the earth, you still keep that secret and refuse to let me know. Am I supposed to just accept my fate and become a victim of this unknown disaster?" Donghua paused, his breath quickening, his chest rising and falling violently, memories of the past surging like a torrent. Wave after wave of tides hit his defenses. "It was obviously you who personally sent her into my peaceful life, disrupting my thousands of years of coldness and loneliness. It was also you who went to great lengths to set up a heart-breaking calamity, clearly hinting that she was the key to solving the dilemma. Now that things have come to this, why do you want to break up the couple and ruthlessly separate us? What exactly do you want to do?" Every word was wrapped with the emotions and unwillingness that he had suppressed for thousands of years, and the surrounding rocks were vibrating faintly, as if resonating with his grief and anger.

"Boom!" A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky, shaking the heaven and earth. The thunder rolled and continued, but there was no substantial response. Only this cold and indifferent sound echoed in Donghua's ears, as if it was a ruthless mockery from heaven and earth.

Donghua slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white due to excessive force, and there was a creaking sound. After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the surging aura around him miraculously calmed down. He slightly raised his head and looked at the unfathomable sky. His expression was calm and resolute, as if he was relieved after going through a thousand sails, and as if he was determined to burn his boats. His tone was flat, but every word was loud and clear: "In my long life, from beginning to end, I have never bowed my head to the so-called fate. Even if the road in front of me is the unquestionable destiny that you carefully paved early in the morning, at this moment, I will never be willing to follow the rules and step forward again." The strong wind was still howling and raging, as if to completely disperse his unruly declaration, but it was in vain, instead it made Donghua's lonely and proud back stand out even more, just like a lone pine tree in the cold winter, standing proudly in the frost and snow, never bending.