Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Chapter 1379  Terrible Lost

As soon as Wang Wei had that thought, he wanted to do something, but it was too late. His surroundings changed, and four monks appeared around him. Before he could react, they enacted a barrier.

Boom!

Wang Weiʼs attack hit the barrier, but it did nothing. He was about to try again when his intuition went on overdrive, so he looked upward. A towering palm with the power of Yin-Yang rapidly descended on him, and Wang Weiʼs mind had only one thought that rapidly consumed his mind: death.

Wang Wei wanted to resist, but it was useless. The spiritual hint in that palm completely overwhelmed his mind, making him unable to think, let alone move. As things appeared, it appeared this would be the end for him, but fate seemed to be on his side.

The palm reminded him of this Pagoda Trial when he faced the Wrath of Heaven. He seemed to remember the anger and unwillingness he felt during that trial and quickly used it as a source of power. Wang Wei summoned his willpower to do two things:

He bit the tip of his tongue and activated his talent, using the unimaginable pain to shock his system and regain clarity over his mind and body. The pain was so intense that it could have killed even someone of Wang Weiʼs willpower, but it was exactly what he needed in this moment of life and death.

His body then acted almost on autopilot as he activated all his life-saving methods: Ying-Yang Protection, Freedom From Life and Death, Luck Survival, Destiny Guidance, Time Remnants Substitute, and his unifying technique, Fate Manipulation: Death Escape.

However, despite all these methods, the sense of danger he felt did not decrease immediately; in other words, that attack had reached beyond his current Paragon Strength.

ʼIs this how things end?ʼ Wang Wei thought. ʼNo, I have a bright future ahead of me. Iʼm the man destined to reach the pinnacle of the universe and even transcend — how can I die here? My future self will definitely save me.ʼ

His eyes sparked with brilliance before his death, and his intuition increased even more.

ʼNo, I canʼt rely on something as fleeting as my future self,ʼ Wang Wei said. He pushed his soul and mind to the limit, doing trillions of calculations in less than nanoseconds, trying to find a way to survive. Then, it was as if the God of Wisdom had whispered into his ears.

Wang Wei activated his Karma Dao and directly connected to Feng Heng. However, his attempts failed, so he changed the target to Emperor Kong.

ʼItʼs time to repay your karma,ʼ Wang Wei thought, and through the link, he borrowed something crucial from the latter — his Golden Body of Merit. Wang Wei then fused it with his own, thus temporarily achieving a third-level Golden Body of Merit.

As he looked at the enormous Golden Body standing above him for protection, Wang Wei felt reassured until his mind told him another bad news: Chances of survival: 15%.

ʼWhat? Only 15%?ʼ Wang Wei wanted to cry, but he had long abandoned such useless emotion in this moment of life and death. He wanted to use his Luck Dao to increase this probability, but it was futile — he had used all his trump cards.

ʼIs this really the end? Do I have to rely on chance to survive?ʼ Wang Wei was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. That palm was descending at a speed he could barely react. The fact he could raise his success rate to 15% in such a short window was a miracle in itself.

The palm crashed down, and the world went quiet. The people watching outside the barrier waited for the result, and once everything became clearer, a pale Wang Wei stood before everyone. He coughed a large mouthful of blood and looked at a golden crown floating above his head.

He did not survive on his own merit. At the last minute, this crown, representing his status as the [Three Realm Emperor], manifested and protected him. However, Wang Wei knew the power of this crown did not originate from him but from Heavenly Dao, which intervened to save him.

ʼYou saved me, but at what cost? How much power did we just take back that you lost in the process?ʼ Wang Wei thought as blood oozed out from his ears and noise. Although he was saved, he was not happy in the slightest. Forget how he had just lost control of his life, of his destiny — he knew how terrible the consequences of Heavenly Daoʼs interference were.

Wang Wei suddenly felt the world spinning, and he could not stand still. His aura was dropping at an alarming rate, so he swiftly sat cross-legged in the group and closed his eyes.

”Unity, your hands have reached too far.” A soft voice echoed between Heaven and Earth. Although it sounded calm, anyone with some discernment could feel the anger and wrath hidden.

”That little cockroach is really not easy to kill,” a cold voice replied.

Feng Heng, no, Maitreya, looked at Seven Cauldron/Supreme Unity coldly. Although she had the highest state of mind in Buddhism, even that wasnʼt enough to keep her calm. However, her attention soon shifted to the power surrounding him:

ʼIncense — so thatʼs how he did it?ʼʼ

The Ten Thousand Buddha Haven was Maitreyaʼs homecourt, meaning she should have the overwhelming advantage. Supreme Unity should not even dare take one step into this place, but he not only did but successfully assassinated one of their honored guests. How did he do it?

The answer is simple — incense. After what happened to her, Maitreya outlawed the use of incense by all Buddhist practitioners. She even modified the rules of the Ten Thousand Buddha Haven to detect and ban that power as soon as it was detected. However, Maitreya was also a little extreme when she changed the rules.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Haven is both a world and a powerful artifact. When Maitreya changed the rules, she programmed the artifact spirit to be extremely strict; she always programmed it to make removing incense its main priority. Supreme Unity used this fact to his advantage. He filled the place with so much incense that the artifact spirit was busy dealing with it, meaning Maitreya could not use it or borrow the power from the haven.

If Maitreya was at its peak, this plan could not work since she could have forcefully regained power from the spirit with one thought, but she was now only a vessel with limited powers and powers.

ʼWhy is it always Taoism?ʼ Maitreya complained, feeling an emotion she hadnʼt in a long time —- resentment. All her greatest suffering and setbacks are always from Taoism. ʼAm I destined to always lose to them?ʼ

Supreme Unityʼs plan looked simple, but it was far from it. Forget how he knew about the rules of the Ten Thousand Buddha Haven — how did he secretly transfer such a vast quantity of incense into this place without detection?

The answer to that question is also simple and obvious: the honorary members. Throughout history, Buddhism has always accepted honorary Buddhas as a form of diplomacy to make friends and allies. This practice did not stop even during the Two Suns Seven Moons Era. Supreme Unity had people he secretly controlled infiltrate this place using these honorary members. When the time was right, he used them as a medium to infiltrate and invade with a large quantity of incense.

Maitreya regained her bearings. She did not utter another word and went on the offensive — she wanted nothing but to eradicate this man as soon as possible. However, Supreme Unity did not want to fight directly, so he evaded her while pumping more incense into this place. However, this time, his target was not just the artifact spirit but all the surviving monks — he wanted to use the incense to corrupt them.

Maitreya immediately realized his purpose, so she changed her tactic. Time was on her side. She knew the artifact spirit would clean up the incense, and it would do it faster than her opponent could bring more in. By then, Supreme Unity will be nothing but a sitting duck. So, she focused on damage control.

Sadly for her, she also misunderstood Supreme Unityʼs objective. The scheming Taoist Priest suddenly changed tactics; he teleported before Maitreya and embarrassed her before she could react.

Boom!

Supreme Unity blew himself up, killing Seven Cauldron and Feng Heng in the process. The power of this explosion was truly potent, containing a hint of his power. Wang Wei suddenly opened his eyes as he sensed another danger. However, before he had to do anything, a golden light came from somewhere and blocked this explosion.

He squinted as he saw a young man floating in the sky, his body releasing a holy light and a terrifying coldness.

ʼMonk Wuzhi? Is he also a vessel? No, he should be the new one?ʼ