Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor - Chapter 1177: Fate Puppet
1177 Fate Puppet
Mo Zun looked at Wang Wei, the hatred in his eyes almost palpable. If his eyes could kill, he would have eradicated this scorn from his life. No, he would do even worse things to him if he had the power. Sadly, his gaze was that of a sore loser, and even if he did not want to admit it, it was true.
“Are you trying to humiliate me?”
“As always, you overestimate yourself,” Wang Wei said. “Do you think I have ever treated you as an opponent?” Wang Wei shook his head in disappointment.
“You had all this time to ascend and leave the lower dimension as swiftly as possible, but you didn’t. Why? The answer is obvious: you held on to hope. You hope that something will happen to me or I will suffer great damage in my battle with the Abyss Gap.
“And even if that didn’t work, you hoped to hide long enough until I ascended. Then, the lower dimension would become yours to do as you please. Without me on your way, you can finally win.”
Wang Wei looked at him with pity. “Do you think someone who has to rely on luck and hope can be my opponent? This is what I mean by you’re too arrogant and greedy.” Wang Wei sighed:
“What a waste. It would have been better had Mo Xingyun taken over your power instead. Although she’s as greedy as you, she’s way smarter as she knows when to retreat and does not have that pointless pride.”
“What do you want?” Mo Zun asked with gritted teeth. He had never felt so humiliated despite suffering countless failures since he proved the Dao. However, he controlled himself. As long as he was alive, there was hope, meaning he wouldn’t give up until the very last minute.
“Nothing, really,” Wang Wei replied casually. “I’ll take what I want from you – I don’t need your consent. I just wanted to put you in your place.”
“What are you going to do with me?” Mo Zun.
“An interesting fact about me is I’ve never made a puppet – at least, not a genuine one with my Dao. It’s odd since my physique was literally called the Fate Puppeteer Physique.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Be glad that you will be my first Fate Puppet.”
“Don’t do this,” Mo Zun said swiftly. “Kill me, but don’t humiliate me like this.” He would rather die than be a puppet, so while saying these words, he tried everything possible to blow his soul. Sadly, he was completely sealed.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be painful or humiliating since I’ll give you a new set of memories and personality,” Wang Wei declared in a calm tone. His mummified body made his indifference even more terrifying. A projection of the River of Fate materialized in the room before strings rushed into Mo Zun’s soul.
“No, stop it. Wait, I know a secret that may help you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. It’s a secret realm -”
“Alright, don’t be so pathetic and accept your fate,” Wang Wei said. “With your luck and destiny, any secret realm you’ve encountered before dying will be useless to me.”
One of the strings of fate sealed Mo Zun’s speaking ability. Then, even more strings combined together to form a new body for him, truly reviving him. The strings then weaved new memories and personality for Mo Zun. For the last step, Wang Wei targeted the latter’s Dao Imprint, leaving his True Will on it to wipe out the mark at the right moment.
‘What an excellent work,’ Wang Wei thought, as this technique was the highest form of enslavement technique since it even affected the Heaven Devouring Emperor’s [Existence]. Additionally, using the River of Fate as a conduit meant that if someone of higher cultivation tried to revert the process, the river would give Wang Wei a slight opportunity to eradicate the puppet.
“From now on, you don’t have a name but an identity: the first general Hell Lord or the Hell Court. Your mission is to gather the backlash or misfortune of the Heavenly Emperor Era and ensure it lasts as long as possible.
“Once the Hell Court is fully established and you have full control of it, choose a successor, fake your death, and use a secret identity to secretly control the court. On the surface, your job will be to assist the Hell Lord in overthrowing my era, but your true objective is to ensure these people never succeed.
“Your mission will continue until the day your identity is discovered. On that day, your task will be to do as much damage to the Hell Court as possible before dying and send a warning message to the Dao Opening Sect.”
As soon as Wang Wei finished, the first-generation Hell Lord’s fate line changed, meaning his entire future and fate had changed. He even acquired a few Fate Nexus.
“As you wish, master,” said the Hell Lord while kneeling on one knee.
“Good,” Wang Wei nodded before waving his hand to summon the Golden God’s armor. He changed the design before handing it over along with the continent that was the source of its power. “This should be enough of a foundation.”
“Thank you, master.”
Wang Wei ignored him before once again summoning something from the void: the Heaven Devouring Emperor’s Secret Vault. ‘I thought he didn’t have a chance to create a vault before he was exiled, but it seems he was still cautious.’
Wang Wei destroyed the vault but immediately frowned afterward. He realized something that displeased him immensely: Chen Tong would definitely know where he hid his vault. Normally, this would not be a major problem since if someone wanted to kill him – especially a Paragon – their projection would find his vault relatively easy.
However, Wang Wei was in a unique situation. As long as he blessed his vault with his Fateless Status and his newly improved Soul Network, no ordinary Paragon would be able to find his vault.
‘Chen Tong has become a liability, so he must be dealt with. But how?’ Wang Wei thought, and as soon as he asked, he had an answer: ‘The Slaughter Trial. Whatever method he uses to walk freely in the lower dimension while in Limbo should be linked to that trial. So, as long as I exile the trial to the upper dimension, he will have no choice but to leave as well.’
Wang Wei would never have this idea before since he knew how low the probability of failure was. After all, he was dealing with a Paragon – even a dead one did not change much. However, recent events have given him hope and courage.
‘Let’s wait until I’m healed and condense a third-grade Golden Body to deal with him,’ he concluded before focusing on the Hell Lord. He pointed his finger to leave a spell on its body. When the Hell Lord dies, the spell will activate and erase the Heaven-Devouring Emperor from history before his True Will destroys his Dao Will, thus permanently killing him.
“Oh, I’m already tired,” Wang Wei complained before waving his hand to dismiss him, and the Hell Lord went to build his court. Meanwhile, Wang Wei still had a few things to do before he could focus on his retreat and healing. Firstly, he summoned someone from the sect to task them to begin recruiting people for his Samsara Court.
According to his agreement with the Stone Yama King, he should be the only one bearing the cost of the Samsara Court for all 3799 World Communities. However, he wanted to see if he could pass his court to Li Jun after ascending. If it’s possible, these people will be available to start working immediately.
The next thing Wang Wei did was to send a clone into the Source Qi Space to use his Qi Spirit Ability to search for special Qis that would help with his healing. A part of why he predicted he would only take 200 million years is because of this ability, and if he can find some rare energies, the time might shorten even more.
He then summoned the second-in-command of the Fate Shadow Guard. This person was a familiar face – a man called Zhang Jing; he was the assassin with the Innate Space Technique and a talentless sister that he doted on. He was now the leader since Wang Ju was gone.
Wang Wei handed him Wang Ju’s Inner World and the right to be his Shadow. Of course, it did not mean he was chosen, but more like Wang Wei tasked him to test other members to see who was worthy. If Zhang Jing passes the test he left, he can absorb the Inner World and link himself to him.
After all these minor things were settled, Wang Wei focused on something more important – his spoil. After such a major battle as this, of course, he will profit in other ways – he usually makes sure of that. However, his heart immediately felt painful after checking the final spoil.