Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Chapter 1618: The Stolen Destiny

[Small Retcon: I said Buddhism’s Primals were not summoned, but I changed it.]

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A light covered Wu Hong, and her expression turned grave. A part of [Existence] resembled smear paint. The worst part is that she did not catch it when using the observation technique. The green water surrounded her, and the paint slowly faded, leaving the child graffiti.

"Thank you," Wu Hong said as she exhaled.

"If you use those seals again, not even the items in the exchange list can save you. You’ll have no choice but to reincarnate to recuperate your potential," Maitreya warned.

"I understand."

"Good. What do you want to do with the title?"

"I’ll keep it."

"Well, it’s your prerogative," Maitreya nodded. "The [History Lock] should safeguard the information for a while, but I doubt it will preserve it forever. Use that time to improve your strength; it’s in your best interest to establish the third transcendent foundation as soon as possible."

"I will."

"Speaking of the third foundation, make sure it’s unique and suited to your Dao and path. I know you two are a couple now, but don’t lose your individuality."

Wu Hong nodded, and Maitreya gave her a look before looking at Wang Wei. "I’m willing to safeguard you during your Time Nexus — if you trust me enough."

"It will be an honor," Wang Wei nodded.

Maitreya finished her secret communication with these two before focusing on Kong and his people. "I won’t apologize for saving to protect you. This is what it’s like to be the Destiny Chosen of a Source Chaos World, and believe me when I say things will be worse. You should prepare yourself to possibly lose everything in the process."

"I am aware and prepared for the consequences," Kong said calmly.

"Good. As for you, Lin Fan, you don’t have to worry about anything. I understand the machination of fate and know you are just a pawn in a much larger cog."

"Thank you, Saint," Lin Fan said while smiling wryly.

The enormous golden eyes stopped looking at people individually and focused on the group. "The disaster will start in exactly 2300 Yuan Epoch, and I will be reorganizing the Heavenly Court in a true resistance force. You have all received the benefit from it, and it’s time to truly repay it. Everybody has 100 Yuan Epoch to organize 25% of your military force and bring it to serve."

Everybody resisted the urge to cry out in outrage, but a few people could not help but show a pained look, one that Maitreya ignored. They only sent less than 10% of their people to the court. Above all, while the upper echelons occupied the spots with the most benefits, it was the disciples with little to no potential who were sent to join the Divine Soldier or Divine General Division.

"Black Chess."

"Yes, Saint," Old Man Black Chess took one step forward.

"You must recruit 25% from your inner members, and also recruit five times that number from the outer members."

A deep pain flashed in the old man’s heart, but he kept his facial expression neutral. "Saint, it’s not that I don’t want to, but you know how unfettered these loose cultivators are." Even with the previous incentives, it took him a great deal of effort to establish the so-called Scout Regiment.

"I know, so just do your best. Once the time arrives, I will recruit them myself if you don’t meet the number," Maitreya replied, ensuring her words spread to all the other cultivators still kneeling on the floor.

"Then, it will be done."

"Qiyuan," Maitreya said. "I see that your spirit has been rejuvenated."

"Indeed."

"Good. You did a great job conducting the last war, so I will name you the Grand Strategist for the disaster, and you’ll lead the war room. From now on, your words are military law, meaning they are absolute."

"I will do my best."

"Ye Guang."

"Yes, Saint," responded an elderly man dressed in all black. The Ye Ancestor from the union had one defining feature: extreme handsome. If not for the fact that he chose to maintain an elderly appearance, this man would topple kingdoms with his beauty.

"You pride yourself on being cunning and shifty, so use it for good. You will be the Second-in-Command of the War Room."

"As you wish," Ye Guang said, a bit embarrassed. She didn’t have to call him out like that.

"Yan Hai, you will be the First Grand Marshall, leading your own army and subordinates from the previous soldier and general division."

"Yes, Ma’am."

"Wu Hong, you are the Second Grand Marshall, but you don’t have to deploy immediately. Focus on running the Disaster Relief Department."

"Ying Zheng and Dugu Baitian are the third and fourth Grand Marshals. Your army will be created purely from your factions, and yes, you still have to provide the 20%."

Ying Zheng couldn’t even complain since he was so far away, but Dugu Baitian merely bowed in acknowledgement.

"Slaughter Sword God, you will be the Fifth Grand Marshall. I need you to build an army of swordsmen — Ultimate Path Swordmen, not extreme. You understand what I mean?"

"Yes, Saint," said a middle-aged man with a white streak in his loose hair, tight black martial clothes that showed his broad shoulder, a scar on his left eye, and a rough but pleasant to look at face.

Maitreya sensed Yan Hai’s discomfort and spoke to her through divine sense. "I know what you were planning, but for your safety, I advise you to stay away from the destiny of the Ultimate Sword Path."

"Why?"

"Have you ever wondered why the Sword and Saber are recognized as the weapons or Dao with the most attack potency? Such a thing should be determined by the cultivator itself, not by a weapon?"

"I figured we were just that awesome," Yan Hai explained, semi-joking.

"Just like how the Paragon Soul and Innate Grand Dao Source Physique had a history created by two people, it’s the same for those two Daos," Maitreya explained. "Long ago, during the Essence Age, before the Primeval Body Mansion’s founder transcended the universe, he had a few competitors. The two most famous individuals were the Sword Monarch and the Saber Sovereign.

"Those two stole the destiny of all other weapons and rewrote the rules of the Chaos Universe to ensure the dominance of their Dao. However, Grand Dao is all about balance. After so many years, it’s time to remove those two Daos from the pedestal they were on.

"The Sword Path League is now embroiled in a futile battle to preserve the legacy of the Sword Dao. However, without those two supporting them, their actions are futile. So, for your safety, you’d better stay away from that destiny."

"No, I can’t stay away. On the contrary, you just inspired me," Yan Hai said. "Since these two were able to ensure the dominance of their weapon, I can do it too. Better yet, I can ensure the supremacy of Sword Dao alone."

"I never pegged you for someone stupid. You think you can stop something Grand Dao has been preparing for eons?" Maitreya sneered.

"Of course, I can’t stop it, but I may be able to preserve the dominance of Sword Dao just in the Eternal Ascension World," Yan Hai replied. "And when I’m strong enough, I can follow in those two’s paths."

"Do as you wish. As a friend, I’ve done my duty by warning you what is at stake," Maitreya said.

"Red Dust, you will be the Sixth Grand Marshall. You are permitted to use whatever means necessary, and I shall bear your sin."

"Your words are the highest law, Lord Buddha," said a barefoot monk dressed in a red cassock with a creepy smile.

"Absolute Beginning, you’re the seventh. Use that wrath you have for incense on our enemy."

"With pleasure."

"Battle Ape and Mystic Ice — you’re the eighth and ninth. I need you to build a Dragon Gate and use it to cultivate all the animals into demons. Don’t be cheap and use the best bloodline possible."

Those two Primals’ lips twitched. Not only did they have to work together, but individuals like themselves considered it a shame to be associated with animals. However, they must now use their precious bloodline to cultivate these things.

"Shen Tian and Black Chess are the tenth and eleventh Grand Marshalls. Zhang Jike, you’re the twelfth, and I need you to build an army of body refiners."

Zheng Jike, the Primal from the True Essence Lineage, looked like the opposite of a body refiner. His body was so thin that even his blue robe seemed too big on him, and his expression was pale, as if he had lost too much blood. However, no one would dare underestimate him. If there were a title for the strongest body refiner, he would be the favorite of 90% of people.

"Yes, Saint," Zheng Jike replied in a soft voice.

"Kong, you’re the thirteenth; you will be in charge of all the Mortal Soul Legion." His number was certainly interesting, so a few people secretly glanced at Kong.

"Sea Sovereign," Maitreya said, looking at the Sea Race Primal. He was a humanoid man with serpentine eyes and a single horn, clad in all white, with a golden belt and numerous rings on his fingers.

"You’ll be replacing Wu Hong on the frontline while she attends to her duty. The rest of you I did not call are on standby and can be called to the frontline at any time."

Everyone could only nod. However, Maitreya was not done.

"Battle Maniac," she called.

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