Chapter 4404: Beauty’s Fate
To beco a Supre, one must first reach the absolute pinnacle of the Chaos Realm Full Completion stage.
To reach that pinnacle, one must refine their domain to perfection that’s what the Wine Sovereign called a perfect domain.
But having a perfect domain is not enough; it only ans reaching the peak of Full Completion, still far from a Supre.
If you want to be a Supre, you need to further strengthen your perfect domain.
Yet what makes a perfect domain "perfect" is that every aspect has already reached its limit.
To strengthen a domain further, the only way is to compress its power this is hard even for domain lords.
It demands that the domain lord’s own power be strong enough; even at the sa Full Completion peak, domains can differ in strength.
Those differences stem from the number of tis one’s power ascended when first achieving the chaos realm.
That ascension is a qualitative leap a foundation for all future progress; if your foundation was weak, no matter how high you later climbed, collapse was inevitable.
How many tis can you compress your perfect domain? it depends on the number of ascensions at your chaos breakthrough.
It’s a simple truth, but most only realize it too late.
Based on the Wine Sovereign’s own experience, becoming a Supre required compressing the strength of a perfect domain at least fivefold.
To do that, you needed to ascend five tis when entering the chaos realm.
That’s why, upon hearing Lin Moyu had ascended five tis and owned four domains, he was certain Lin Moyu was qualified to challenge the Supre position.
So when Lin Moyu admitted he was sent by a Supre, the Wine Sovereign wasn’t surprised; in fact, he thought Lin Moyu was being grood for the throne.
After all, that last Supre spot has been vacant countless years, with each of the remaining Supres coveting it hence many wars.
It’s natural they’d want their own followers to take that place.
The Wine Sovereign drank and ate, telling stories as if reminiscing rather than giving a lecture.
Lin Moyu realized: if he wanted to beco a Supre, apart from cultivation, he’d also have to survive assassination by the other Supres.
Catastrophe Supre had friends and plans, but certainly also enemies his chosen path would be full of hardship.
The Wine Sovereign said, "My domain is perfect, but compressed just four tis. That’s why when I tried to beco Supre, I failed.
I know I’ll never make it now my foundation’s inadequate. But chaos always offers another way, so I forged a new path striving for quasi Supre."
"Quasi Supre is also a type of Supre. You could call it an imperfect Supre."
"But quasi Supres also have their advantages take the Chaos Wild Ox, for example, he’s one.
His physical might already surpasses most Supres; only in soul does he fall short. In a fight, it’s a fifty fifty split."
"If I ever beco a quasi Supre, next ti I et the Western Supre, I’d definitely give him a few sword slashes let his blood soak my wine!"
So, a quasi Supre is an imperfect Supre if the flesh, soul, or Dao reach a Supre’s level, you’re quasi Supre.
So quasi Supres even surpass Supres in certain aspects, and can match them in battle.
Lin Moyu asked, "Senior, your chosen path is it the Sword Dao?"
Becoming quasi Supre through sword mastery though lacking in body or soul, one’s attacking might alone would trouble any Supre.
The Wine Sovereign laughed, "Can’t say, can’t say if I say it, it won’t work. But I’ll tell you, it’s not the Sword Dao."
Lin Moyu was surprised, "That sword strike against the domain beasts was so fierce I thought it was your path."
The Wine Sovereign smiled, "I am good with swords, but that path is already taken. To tell the truth, I learned that blade from soone else."
Lin Moyu’s heart gave a thump; surprise grew on his face. "The Sword Dao is already taken?"
The Wine Sovereign replied, "What’s strange about that? Her sword was the truly peerless one. Back in the day, even Supres retreated before her. Unfortunately, beauty’s fate is brief."
He didn’t elaborate, heaved a long sigh, and looked full of regret.
Lin Moyu’s heart was turbulent he forced himself to keep his expression calm, sipping wine.
That phrase "beauty’s fate is brief" made him instinctively think of his elder sister.
All mories of Lin Mohan flooded his mind.
He recalled how, in a small world, he’d obtained a sword arrogant and powerful with everyone, yet obedient and ek with Lin Mohan.
When Lin Mohan drew her sword, one slash split the heavens, the next tore open earth now, it was clear that was her Sword Dao.
No one had taught her those moves; her sword belonged to herself alone.
Matched with the Wine Sovereign’s words, Lin Moyu was almost certain: the tragic heroine ntioned was his own elder sister.
With curiosity, he asked, "Senior, I don’t use a sword, but am interested in swordsmanship. May I hear about that quasi Supre who walks the Sword Dao?"
He wanted to hear more about this female quasi Supre and also to guide the conversation away from the Wine Sovereign’s own path.
A glint of nostalgia shone in the Wine Sovereign’s eyes.
"That was long ago. Chaos then had nine Supres; the thrones were full, so everyone else could only aim for the quasi Supre path.
She beca a Daoist at that very ti. There was a Supre disciple who also studied the Sword Dao; the two vied for the quasi Supre title, but the disciple was no match defeated quickly.
Hurt, the disciple’s master the Supre shalessly intervened, trying to block her ascension.
But she broke through on sheer sword intent and beca a quasi Supre. Not only that, she imdiately struck back at the Supre: ’Those who offend must be taught a lesson!’"
The Wine Sovereign’s face filled with rembrance reliving the past.
Lin Moyu was ever more certain this was his sister the personality was just too alike. He pressed further, "And what happened then?"
The Wine Sovereign answered, "The Supre sealed the battlefield; no one but her and a few other Supres knew what happened. But in the end, she was unhard, and the Supre went into hiding everyone knew the result."
"She left behind a sword her proof of the Dao, so that all could understand. But her strike was so powerful, few ever grasped it. After many years of sword study, I gathered only a trace."
"Sadly..."
The Wine Sovereign sighed. "No one knows when it began, but she suddenly fell no one knows why. Such a brilliant soul, and yet... Sigh, truly, beauty’s fate is brief."
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