I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

"Having said all that, I think Consort Lin, you should understand what I mean. Now, just focus on being a good mother. That's enough. You don't need to worry about anything else; others will take care of that. Your younger brother's future is already predetermined. Those old fogies have already arranged it perfectly. So, his future must follow their plans. How it turns out depends on his own luck. Also, don't come looking for me anymore. It'll arouse suspicion. Of course, with your abilities, you wouldn't attract attention even if you came, but I don't want to get involved with you. Getting involved with you isn't good for me. If those old fogies target me, it'll be troublesome. If they suspect I'm from the Underworld, that'll be a real problem. I won't be able to explain myself then, right, Consort Lin? If I can't explain myself, that'll be troublesome."

"I don't want to cause such a big problem. Such a big problem is not a good thing for me, and I don't want to provoke such a big problem because it's such a headache. How headache? So headache that even I can't bear it. So I don't want to cause such a big problem. And the only one who can cause me such a big problem is you, Your Majesty. Only Your Majesty can cause me such a big problem. So let's not see each other anymore. I know you have many doubts, many confusions, and many questions you want to ask me, but those are no longer important. The most important thing is that you be a good mother and take good care of me." My brother, you don't need to do anything else. Everything else will be arranged by others. You don't need to worry about his future. I know you're worried about him encountering danger, difficulties, or trouble, but those are unimportant. These are his destiny, something he cannot avoid. If everything goes smoothly for him, he'll never walk the path those old folks have predetermined. His life will never be smooth sailing; that's inevitable. No one can change it, no one can alter it. The hardships and dangers he'll face along the way are countless. Therefore, the trials he'll endure far exceed your imagination. He'll need to be covered in blood and sweat... He must climb to the pinnacle of this universe, battered and bruised—that's what he has to do, that's what he should do. And what you need to do now is be a good mother, giving him ample care and love during the time he needs it most. The rest is up to you; others will handle it. The trials and tribulations he faces are inevitable, and I will provide him with many such trials to help him grow. Rest assured, it won't cost him his life—that's my guarantee, not someone else's. If he can't overcome these trials, it truly might cost him his life. I can guarantee that, I'm certain of it, that's for sure. You don't need to worry. I'm worried. He'll face countless trials and tribulations on his journey. If he can't overcome them, it's certain death—something no one can change. But I believe that with his abilities, his potential, and his skills, overcoming these obstacles won't be difficult. There's no need to worry; he can definitely get through it, absolutely. If he can't, those old guys won't have chosen him; they'll definitely choose someone else. As for who that person is, I can't be sure. I can only be sure that person is related to him, because those old guys have no other choice. If they don't find someone related to him, they absolutely have no other options.”

After Fang Yu finished speaking, Consort Lin immediately realized what he meant and then sneered:
"The person you're talking about must be you, right? Because besides you, there's no one else. You're the most suitable one, and your purpose in coming here is precisely for this. You know that only in this way can you gain the help of those old guys. That's why you chose to come to my son's side—to gain their favor, to make them understand that you are the best choice, the most outstanding choice, not my son. Because my son has blood from another world flowing through his veins, he's not the best choice, right? And you are the best choice. Therefore, your path to my son will be fraught with danger, causing my son to die on this path, forcing those old guys to choose you, to make you the most powerful being in this world, so that you can achieve your goal. Because once my son dies, they will have no other choice but to choose you."

"Isn't what I said correct? This is your purpose, this is your true purpose."

"I've discovered your brain really got squeezed by a door. Seriously, if your brain hadn't been squeezed by a door, you wouldn't have come up with such an absurd idea. Seriously, your brain definitely got squeezed by a door, I can guarantee that. But I really can't fix your brain, because it's been squeezed so badly that not a single sliver of brain matter remains. What does that mean? It means you have absolutely no brain left. Really, you really don't have a single bit of brain left. Not a single sliver of brain is left. I really never imagined you would think like that, never believed that. This is something I never expected, something I could never have imagined. You actually think that way, you actually came up with such an absurd idea, you actually think I want to replace your son's status and position? How could that be possible? Your son's status..." How could someone of his status possibly be worthy of me? What qualifications does he have to be worthy of me? What qualifications does he have to let me replace him? He has absolutely no qualifications whatsoever. Although your son is outstanding, in my eyes he is nothing but a piece of trash, a piece of trash who can't even protect the person he loves, a complete and utter piece of trash. There are many in the same realm who can defeat him. So don't think I care about the status of a piece of trash. I admit that this piece of trash is the savior chosen by those old guys, but it is precisely because of this that I think he is a piece of trash. As a savior, how trash is he? To the point that I can't even describe how trash he is. Really, he is truly a piece of trash, a complete and utter piece of trash. So after I learned that he was the savior, I felt that he was... He's the most useless person imaginable. There's no one more useless than him. You could say that among all the saviors, he's the most useless. Well, I can't say anything more, because he truly is useless. In this situation, what can I say? Praise him? Say he's not useless, but he really is useless. How can I praise him? I can't possibly lie and say, "Your son isn't useless, your son is a genius, your son is the savior chosen by those old guys," can I? I really can't say those words, really, I really can't say those words. Asking me to say them is worse than killing me, really, those words are harder to utter than death. If you want me to say them—of course, if you insist, it's not impossible—but only if your son… "You need to act tougher, but what is your son doing right now? He's a complete waste, an utter waste, a waste who doesn't even know what he's supposed to do, a waste who doesn't even understand what I'm saying. I've explained it so clearly, and he still doesn't understand. He still doesn't get the meaning of what I'm saying. What else is that but waste? Tell me, isn't your son a waste? If you say your son isn't a waste, then pretend I never said anything, never mentioned it, never asked anything. Really, if you think your son isn't a waste, then let's pretend we never met today. You can continue spending time with your son; you don't need to ask me here. Your son is a waste, and the reason I say your son is a waste is because your son is utterly useless."

"If you still want to argue with me, then you'd better raise your son to be a genius first. Then you'll be qualified to tell me that your son isn't a good-for-nothing. But in my eyes and in my heart, your son is still a good-for-nothing. That's beyond doubt, and there's no room for negotiation."

"Stop talking. Whether my son is a good-for-nothing or not is none of your business, and whatever you want to do is none of my business either. But there's one thing: if you dare to hurt him, I will absolutely not let you go. I will absolutely not forgive you. I will definitely kill you. Rest assured, I will definitely kill you. I will definitely tear you to pieces, making even death a luxury for you. I will definitely make even death a luxury for you. Rest assured. If you dare to hurt him, I will absolutely not let you go."

"Consort Lin, your head has truly been squeezed shut by a door, you really have no brains left. Honestly, it's true. You and your son, that good-for-nothing, are utterly useless. Don't you understand? Whether your son faces danger, calamity, or hardship, it's not my decision, it's his own. The path he chooses is his own. If he wanted to be a carefree prince, I could guarantee he could, living a carefree life and passing away peacefully, enjoying wealth and luxury. But is that possible? He absolutely cannot choose that path. It's not a path he can choose. If he did choose that path, what awaits him? Death. Those old fogies will tear him to pieces. After all, they've invested so much effort in him, and in the end..." But they've created a useless piece of trash. Do you think those old guys would be willing? Would they agree? Would they allow it? They absolutely wouldn't be willing, they absolutely wouldn't allow it. They would definitely find ways to create a bunch of difficulties for him, a bunch of troubles, a bunch of things he couldn't bear. But he has to bear it, because if he can't bear it, then there's only one path facing him: death. There's only one path, no other choice. You could say that every path before him is a dead end, but every path also holds a glimmer of hope. And if he wants to overcome each of these paths, to obtain the hope, the results, the achievements along the way, he needs to rely on his own efforts. For example, even if his meridians are severed in the future, he won't die. He might have the potential to become a Chaos Body, because at that time, the energy within him... The quantity will transform into a world, and when that world reopens, he will become a Chaos Body. At that time, his physique will be the most powerful in the world, bar none. It's almost safe to say that his physique will be the strongest in the world. However, even so, his future will not be smooth sailing. On the contrary, once he becomes this physique, his future will be filled with many troubles, each of which could cost him his life, could leave him without a burial place. But this is unavoidable; no one can change it, not even me, because it is destined, predetermined. To try to change it would be to defy fate, and I cannot do that now, nor will I help others defy fate, because helping others defy fate only leads to death. There's simply no other possibility, only this one. At most, I can only change the fate of those I care about, but he's not someone I care about; his fate was already predetermined. Changing other people's fates is possible, but changing his is far too difficult, even impossible. In this situation, asking me to change his fate is practically sending me to my death. Do you think that's possible? Consort Lin, do you think I would go to my death? I would absolutely never go to my death. It's a one-way street; how could I possibly go to my death? For things like sending someone to their death, you should ask someone else, like your son. He will definitely 'go to his death,' you can rest assured. As long as he can become stronger, he will absolutely be willing to face challenges that seem like suicide. You can rest assured, there will be absolutely no problem." (End of Chapter)