Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Chapter 1414  Return Home

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Of the 3 million bases, only 333 remained, meaning the number of mortals that died is simply incalculable. As Area 0 of this plague, Wang Wei was expecting this outcome and even worse.

”Youʼre alive,” Wang Wei stated as he gazed at Du Cong.

”Unfortunately,” Du Cong replied in a hoarse voice with clothes splattered in blood, listless eyes, and unkempt hair. Suddenly, he thought of something and stood up. He rushed toward Wang Wei and knelt on the ground: ”Great Guardian, youʼre a mighty cultivator with godly power. You must be able to do it, right? After all, we are mortals, so it should be easy to bring them back, right?”

”I canʼt,” Wang Wei said, shaking his head. Du Congʼs body paused before he asked in gritted teeth: ”Canʼt or wonʼt.”

”Canʼt,” Wang Wei replied truthfully. ”The person who killed them is much more powerful than me, and thatʼs not to mention Samsara is currently isolated, so I couldnʼt even find their souls if I wanted to.”

Du Cong let go of his clothes before sitting loathingly on the floor. His last hope was gone, and the truth punched harder than the power armor their civilization had built. Du Cong could no longer help it and started bailing on the ground like a baby.

Wang Wei was waiting for him to finish, and he had the intention to wait a few hours. However, he sensed despair, overwhelming Du Cong with each passing second. ʼSurvivor guilt, huh?ʼ he thought before finally speaking:

”Do you intend to continue your job?” Du Congʼs crying abated slowly until he was silent, but he did not look at Wang Wei or move from his crying position.

”Iʼm about to move the survivors,” Wang Wei continued. ”Your new location will have countless members of your species. I need someone to continue leading them and finish what this place started. So, I need to know whether I can count on you or if I need to find someone else.”

Du Cong looked at the sky for a few seconds before standing up and fixing up his attire. He bowed politely to Wang Wei before walking to his post. ʼItʼs better to be taciturn than give up in despair,ʼ Wang Wei thought before helping. He spent three days reassuring the survivors, but the primary reason it took so long was because he held the grandest funeral for all the departed. Wang Wei even built a monument that contained all the names of the fallen, both in the final plague or the previous civilization wars. Finally, once that was dealt with, he put the remaining base in his personal dimension before returning to the Dao Burial Ground, taking away all his people.

Central Origin Realm:

As soon as Wang Wei arrived in that area, he activated a token that teleported him to another dimension. The first thing he experienced was chains of mountains and islands floating in the air, forming a ring. The beautiful and familiar sight brought Wang Wei a sense of peace and calmness he hadnʼt felt since ascending.

”They should have kept the massive chains,” Wang Wei commented. The main difference between this place and the lower dimension was not the vastness but the lack of chains connecting the different mountains.”

”They were there long ago but became a liability at one point and were removed,” said an elderly woman with a bright smile.

”You are?” Wang Wei asked the woman leading the delegation.

”Iʼm Grand Elder Yan Xue,” she said before introducing the man next to her: ”This is this generationʼs sect master, Yu Cai.” Wang Wei cupped his hands and bowed to them: ”Itʼs an honor.”

”The honor is all ours,” Yu Cai said with a smile, and he meant those words. Although he hadnʼt met Wang Wei, he knew of the latterʼs achievements outside and how capable he was through their communication that often used Red Mask as a medium.

”Weʼve re-created your Transcending Fate Mountain from the news we gathered about you. I hope you donʼt mind.”

”No, itʼs fine. I think I need something familiar about now,” Wang Wei nodded.

”Thatʼs good to hear. This is your official token,” Yu Cai said as he handed him a purple token with the character seed.

”This is?”

”Your official title is the sectʼs Primal Seed, but we can change it to something else if you need.”

”No, but Iʼm curious about the different divisions.”

”Why donʼt I explain why we fly to our destination?” Yu Cai suggested, and this small group flew toward [Transcending Fate Mountain].

”All mortal disciples are divided into regular and Sacred Sons,” Yu Cai explained. ”Although there are other divisions like outer and inner disciples, they are only used to measure their training speed. What truly matters is whether they can become of the 3000 Sacred Sons.”

”Sacred Son — this word brought memories,” Wang Wei commented.

”The role of all Sacred Sons is to become, at minimum, a Pseudo Eternal. Those who succeed will become True Disciples and continue to receive unlimited support from the sect to become Everlasting Empyreans. Those who failed will become Outer Deacon Elders.

”Afterward, True Disciples will become Legacy Disciples if they become Everlasting, and Peak Seeds if they become Boundless.”

”Peak Seeds?”

”They have the potential to become peak Paragons,” Yu Cai explained. ”Peak Seeds, like Legacy Disciples, do not have to participate in the sectʼs management and have priorities over most resources.”

”So, the two ascending paths of power in the sect are the Disciple and Elder Way?”

”Thatʼs correct,” Yu Cai nodded. ”Non-Everlasting Empyreans become Inner Deacon Elders, and Paragons become Great Elders.ʼ

”Are Peak Paragons Supreme Elders?”

”Thatʼs right.”

”Then, what about the other path cultivators,” Wang Wei asked. All these statuses and labels seemed only to mention the Emperor Path.

”They are also Outer and Inner Deacon Elders, except with worse status and power, and can only become Elders at Tier 12 unless they prove themselves as True Insurgents.”

”I can already tell how much these Emperor Path people would complain,” Wang Wei commented, and Yu Cai gave him the look of someone who understood his pain. These rules have existed for a long time, but every sect master must handle these peopleʼs nonstop complaints.

”What about the sect master position — how is that chosen?” Wang Wei asked.

”From the Legacy Disciples,” Yu Cai explained. ”The luck from the position greatly increases the possibility of passing the Paragon Immeasurable Tribulation, so many Legacy Disciples who are not too confident will compete for the position.”

”That makes sense,” Wang Wei nodded. ”I guess there are no longer any rules about the shadow being able to replace the sect master.”

”That rule still exists for the mortal disciples. As long as their shadows show more promise than their master, they can take the Sacred Son position away.”

Wang Wei was surprised. This rule was not something Qiyuan or Yan Hai created, so he thought it would not have applied to the upper dimension. ʼShadow Ruler must have added it after his ascension.ʼ

The team arrived, and Wang Wei observed his new home. It looked exactly the same, except this mountain was towering compared to the one at home. As he glanced at his small manor, a look of nostalgia flashed in Wang Weiʼs eyes.

ʼMaybe it was the wrong choice not to involve the sect in all this confrontation.ʼ Heʼs been feeling like this, hence why he decided to return to the sect now. Of course, itʼs also because he had an outline of a plan in his mind and needed all the resources possible.

Wang Wei walked through his manor, his mind full of memories of his parents, Li Jun, Yan Liling, and Wu Hong. He touched the walls, looking at every corner: ”I didnʼt realize how lonely I was until I saw this place,” Wang Wei sighed. Now was not the time to reminisce, so he summoned the people outside.

”Thank you,” Wang Wei said to Yu Cai.

”The credit is not mine, but Grand Elders Yan Xue,” he swiftly explained. Wang Wei looked at her and thanked her sincerely.

”Iʼm old, so Iʼve experienced the ascension of a few of the Supreme Elders. One thing they have in common is they usually grow nostalgic for their time in the lower dimension and find any way to keep the memory of that time alive. I figured you would be the same.”

”No matter how powerful we are, ultimately, we are humans and creatures of habits,” Wang Wei sighed. ”Alright, letʼs get back to business. Why donʼt you introduce some of these people to me?” Yu Cai and Yan Xue were accompanied by a small group but these people didnʼt say anything during the entire journey.

”Oh, yes,” Yu Cai said. ”Letʼs start with the 9 patriarchs, beginning with the Wang Clan Patriarch.”

A fat man with a bulging belly and the aura of a peak Everlasting stood up and bowed to Wang Wei: ”Iʼm Patriarch Wang Si. Please take care of me.”