Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

After succeeding, he gathered a large amount of his soul energy and transformed it into a power that tempered his body. In the process, Wang Wei furthered the connection between his soul and body.

Previously, he only had 1.269 trillion spirit particles, but his body contained more cells than that. Now, he ensured all his cells had a trace of his soul energy.

Time passed, and Wang Wei continued his cultivation.

Crack!

At one point, the sound of bones cracking and his muscles snapping like a whip echoed in the room.

"Finally reached 40 Infant Fiendgod Force," commented Wang Wei.

"The amount of energy this took does not seem to be worth it."

Wang Wei knew how valuable soul energy was. One of the many barriers preventing people from becoming Paragons is their souls cannot reach the quality and quantity required.

However, he did not have this problem. Before reaching the peak of the Empyrean Realm, he had already met the soul and luck

requirements. He had faith in himself to reach the Grand Dao Source requirement, so he only needed to learn the other

requirements and prepare for them while in the Empyrean Realm.

As such, Wang Wei did not want to squander his Soul Energy.

According to his calculations, he might even have enough reserve to reach the peak of the Paragon Realm, so there is no point in sacrificing his bright future for a quick improvement in the True Power Dao Realm–especially when he has other options.

"I can use my soul as an auxiliary aid for my flesh but not directly improve it," concluded Wang Wei. After making a decision, Wang Wei did not waste time and condensed his first Primordial God Vein.

The process took some time since it was his first one. But soon enough, a new energy system was added to his fleshly body by condensing a special vein.

Wang Wei clenched his fist and felt a small increase in power.

Although he still had 40 Fiendgod Force, his power did increase.

"These veins can increase strength, defense, speed, stamina, and other stats; they have potential. However, the method of

condensing them is very limited."

Wang Wei felt the consent of Primordial Veins was brilliant and gave his Ancestors the credit he deserved. However, he did not like the method used to condense them.

\'I would love to see the updated version after Ancient Desolate became Paragons. Well, that\'s assuming he did not change to another technique.\'

Wang Wei felt it was unlikely since the Ancient Desolate used the body refining scripture as his Emperor Scripture.

\'I have been considering upgrading the Zodiac Techniques to keep up with my current state and realm. I can condense them into special Primordial God Veins, elevating their powers.

\'Furthermore, when I turn these veins into Fiendgod Veins, they will experience a second baptism and sublimation.\'

Wang Wei\'s eyes lit up as he thought of a way to improve the [Ancient Desolate Body Refining Scripture]--condensing unique veins.

\'The Ancient Desolate Emperor seems a little too obsessed or focused on the desolate concept of this technique. So, it requires Desolate Energy to condense a Desolate Emperor\'s Soul or

Primordial God Vein.

\'However, I can add variety to this technique. Stars are already a part of it, so I can condense God\'s Veins based on the Zodiacs and the Constellations.

\'I can condense God Veins from other Innate Demon Gods. For example, if I get Ao Shen\'s blood, I can condense a Chaos Dragon Vein. I could get some Primordial Energy from Xu Shi and condense Primordial Veins, Golden Buddha Vein from Feng Heng, and Five Sacred Beasts from Huo Fenghuang.\'

The possibility for this technique was endless.

\'Hahaha, I\'m truly an unparalleled genius,\' thought Wang Wei with a smirk.

\'Now, how do I get these things from these people?\'

He could secretly steal them with his ability, and no one would notice. He could directly ask, and few would resist.

\'No, I can use these things in the next court meeting to establish a better precedent of communication, fair trading, and improvement for everyone.\'

Wang Wei patted himself on the back, thinking how he was such a dedicated Heavenly Emperor. Everything he does is for the betterment of the world and the prosperity of his new era.

\'Well, I still need some resources.\'

Wang Wei disappeared from his room and appeared outside one of the Forbidden Lands: the Blood Earth. Without hesitation, he entered.

The world around him changed; the sky was dark, and the earth was dyed red. He saw countless creatures that seemed composed entirely of blood.

\'Are those the Blood Asura?\'

With one look, he knew these creatures had nothing to do with the Asura Race. He calmly watched as a few people remained in this place\'s periphery, fighting these creatures for opportunity.

A few cultivators had blood-related techniques and would absorb these creatures. Simultaneously, these cultivators became the nutrients of the Blood Asura once they were killed.

\'I remember my mother and father were stuck in this place and almost died. With my father\'s strength, such a place would not be much of a threat to him unless he entered in the early stages of cultivation.

\'Someone must have schemed against him.\'

Wang Wei took a moment and used his Time Dao to see that past event. As expected, something abnormal occurred. This place was not very welcoming of the Wang Clan Bloodline, so these creatures became mad as soon as they saw him and chose to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

\'Everything is connected,\' sighed Edward. Their ancestors stole something from this place. Billions of years later, his father and mother fell in love while fighting desperately in this place.

If not for what the Ancient Desolate Emperor did, maybe he would not be born today.

\'Fate is truly a wonderful yet scary thing.\'

Wang Wei shook his head before entering the core area of this forbidden place. He entered another dimension and found himself in a large hall. He first noticed traces of writing on the walls and ceiling. However, someone or something removed whatever was recorded.

The second thing he noticed was two large blood pools on each side of the hall. He was not surprised by their appearance; he already knew the Blood Asuras existed to gather blood, soul, and energy for the owner of this place.

That\'s why the outer area is not as dangerous as the core and would open once in a while; it\'s also why there are many rare opportunities for cultivators in this place, and many Emperor Lineages will treat its opening as a secret realm.

Wang Wei walked to the end of the hall, where he saw a colossal creature sitting on a throne with a small bead releasing energy into his body. The towering creature looked humanoid except for his red skin and shining lights in his chest that resembled stars, claws, and horns.

The Primordial God opened his enormous mouth to swallow the small bead, stopping his recuperation. He opened his eyes with the plan to call Wang Wei a thief\'s descendant.

However, he stopped before a look of horror appeared on his face.

"You\'ve actually achieved the legendary Ten-Fold Battle Realm?"

"Ten-Fold Battle Realm?"

The Primordial God had a look of contempt on his face; his expression basically told Wang Wei he was an ignorant boy.

However, the latter did not care.

The moment the latter said the word [Ten-Fold Battle Realm], he could have deduced the secret. Better yet, he could use his Time Dao to see the infinite possibility of the future and know how this conversation is going to go. Or he could use his Fate Dao to know exactly what the latter would say.

With his strength and mastery of Fate Dao, his conversations could be like this since probably few people in the Lower Dimension could block his powers.

However, Wang Wei knew how such a thing could change or twist his mindset. Conversation–even with his friends and family–would become pointless since he already knew the final outcome.

After living like this for a long time, his mindset would be twisted as he became colder and more indifferent; he would start to believe all sentient beings are poor creatures imprisoned by the shackles of fate.

And as one of the few exceptions, he should not associate with these people. As such, he never used his ability in this manner unless necessary.

The Primordial God soon realized who he was speaking to, so he changed his attitude and answered politely:

"There is a 50% difference between Eternal Emperors and

Empyreans. Every 5% is one-fold," explained the Primordial God.

"So, it\'s a way to determine an Emperor\'s ability to fight above his grade?"

"Correct," nodded the giant creature. "In this era, a One-Fold Battle Realm is considered an Eternal Supreme."

"Was it different in your era?" asked Wang Wei, sensing the sneer and mockery from this creature.

"Yes. In my time, it requires 3-Fold to bear that tile."

"3-Fold equates to 35% Grand Dao Source; the requirement is indeed higher than the current 25%. What was the highest record of your time?"

"6-Fold," replied the Primordial God, lost in his memories. "No one believed a higher level could be achieved. Even the percent who achieved such a result had extenuating circumstances."

"I see," nodded Wang Wei. "Your era was truly glorious despite being drought with war and conflict. However, it will still pale in comparison to mine."

The Primordial God did not comment on this statement. All he cared about was how to deal with the current situation. His previous plans were useless before a Ten-Fold Battle Realm.

His mission was on the verge of succeeding, so he did not want to die yet.