Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1482 - Path of Fate
Chapter 1482 – Path of Fate
This made the other two members of the Lingqiong Clan’s faces turn pale.
“Senior Jia Mo, Lingqiong Yu is only a junior. Please don’t take it to heart,” the two experts from the Lingqiong Clan said with forced smiles, and both of them had reached the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm.
Just who was Jia Mo? How come even experts at the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm treated him with such reverence? The outside world knew little about Jia Mo, and rumors claimed he had committed too many vile deeds over the years and attracted heavenly punishment, leaving his face half-rotten.
No matter how high his cultivation climbed, he couldn’t change his appearance, and the rot only worsened. Venomous insects had infested his facial features, keeping him in constant pain.
As the saying went, those with sores on the head and rot on the soles had done every evil imaginable.
Jia Mo was hidden under a robe, yet the nauseating stench still rolled off him. Pus likely coated him the same way it coated his face.
“You know my rules. Vomiting before me is the same as not giving me face,” Jia Mo said coldly. As he spoke, pus slid from the corner of his lips.
The two experts from the Lingqiong Clan felt their stomachs churn, but they forced themselves not to vomit, as Jia Mo’s rules were absolute. Anyone who dared throw up after seeing his face would earn his punishment, and they had warned Lingqiong Yu that he had to endure it no matter what.
No one had expected Lingqiong Yu to fail and vomit on instinct. Honestly, it wasn’t even his fault.
“Senior Jia Mo, please spare me this once!” Lingqiong Yu said. The pain ravaged him so severely that he felt as though he were dying, and he dropped to his knees to beg for mercy.
After all, the fact that even the Lingqiong Clan dared to offend Jia Mo said enough.
“I’ll spare your life, but I won’t spare your punishment. Starting today, pain will seize you for two hours every midnight. Without Lingqiong Gong, you’d already be a corpse,” Jia Mo said coldly, and Lingqiong Yu’s agony eased considerably.
The moment Lingqiong Yu thought about suffering that torment for two hours every day, cold sweat poured down his back. He tried to speak again, yet the other two experts from the Lingqiong Clan stopped him with a single look.
They had more important matters to handle, and everything else could wait. After they finished, they could negotiate with Jia Mo, because if they provoked him now, their entire plan would collapse.
Lingqiong Yu was left with no choice but to swallow his words and hold them in, not daring to say another thing. He retreated to a distance, and his face contorted with fury.
“Liu Wuxie, this is all your fault! If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have ended up in this state!” Lingqiong Yu snarled, blaming it all on Liu Wuxie.
Jia Mo walked to the altar and produced several strange talismans, and then he bit his finger until blood sprayed out. He traced patterns in mid-air, and his blood splattered onto those talismans.
One after another, the talismans dropped into the River of Fate, where the river roared like a waking dragon and surged into towering waves.
“Did you bring it?” Jia Mo asked the two experts from the Lingqiong Clan after he sent the talismans into the River of Fate.
“We have,” the two cultivators said as they produced a piece of clothing and several items Liu Wuxie had used before, which the Lingqiong Clan had somehow obtained.
They had likely collected them when Liu Wuxie resided in the Heavenly Dragon Sect, and they eventually fell into the Lingqiong Clan’s hands.
“Summon the Deity of Fate,” Jia Mo declared as he tossed the items into the River of Fate. He traced more patterns in mid-air, and various imprints appeared one after another.
Just then, something even more terrifying happened—an illusory figure formed before Jia Mo—the Deity of Fate.
“I ask the Deity of Fate to open the Path of Fate,” Jia Mo continued to chant. The Deity of Fate stirred, and a long River of Fate appeared, stretching to the far end of the universe.
The River of Fate reached farther and farther until a figure appeared that looked precisely like Liu Wuxie. Another figure also surfaced at the far end of the River of Fate, but this one stood unimaginably tall, like a deity.
At the sight of that towering figure, Jia Mo stiffened and trembled with fear.
“Cut the Path of Fate now!” Jia Mo exclaimed, his voice shaking.
“Senior Jia Mo, you’ve taken benefits from our Lingqiong Clan. How can you abandon this halfway? You have already summoned his previous life; you should go ahead and kill him!” the two experts from the Lingqiong Clan exclaimed from behind Jia Mo.
Regardless of Liu Wuxie’s identity in his previous life, they had to kill him no matter what. His previous life had already fallen as well, and he was nothing more than a shadow now.
“Your Lingqiong Clan will regret this. I advise you to give up now,” Jia Mo said. He found himself trapped in a difficult position, as he had already accepted the Lingqiong Clan’s offer.
If he were to back out now, the Lingqiong Clan would not let him go. He had already opened the Path of Fate as well, which wouldn’t be easy to close.
The Path of Fate refused to close because the connection was already complete. The River of Fate roared, and it looked ready to swallow the entire altar.
“Forget it. Whether we live or die, let heaven decide it,” Jia Mo said. As a fiend of his generation, he had seen everything life could throw at him, yet the moment he saw that shadow earlier, his dao heart nearly collapsed.
That was the power of an actual deity, and before such a being, he was no different from an ant. How could he even dare to try to kill a deity’s previous life?
The River of Fate grew clearer, and the two experts behind Jia Mo raised their swords, ready to strike at any moment.
Liu Wuxie sat inside the Heavenly Deity Monument, and a powerful sense of foreboding suddenly erupted within him. The River of Fate then appeared within his soul sea.
The River of Fate had surfaced several times in the past during his breakthroughs, but he had never been able to see the far end, as gray fog always shrouded it.
All of a sudden, a shadow flashed, and everything taking place in the River of Fate unfolded before Liu Wuxie.
“Lingqiong Clan, you dare try to sever my past and present?!” Liu Wuxie roared, fury surging. He had been on the verge of comprehending the profundity of eternity, only for the River of Fate to appear and interrupt him.
If they severed his past and present, they would twist his heavenly dao completely and reduce him to an ordinary person. Even worse, it could violently affect his present life.
How could Liu Wuxie not be enraged at the fact that the Lingqiong Clan had resorted to such an extreme method because they couldn’t kill him directly?
Throughout the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, only a few people could summon the River of Fate, and even among those, almost none could sever another’s past and present.
The situation turned dangerous for Liu Wuxie as the Path of Fate grew clearer. He also saw that towering figure radiating godly power.
The two experts of the Lingqiong Clan lifted their swords overhead, waiting for the shadow to fully manifest before striking down Liu Wuxie’s previous life.
The pus on Jia Mo’s face multiplied rapidly as his lifespan drained at a terrifying pace from forcing the Path of Fate open. Those daring enough to defy the heavenly dao would pay the price, and the Lingqiong Clan had paid dearly to hire Jia Mo for this.
Jia Mo couldn’t have been ignorant of that cost, as summoning the Path of Fate drained lifespan and cultivation at an absurd rate. By now, his facial features were unrecognizable, making him appear like a rotten lump of flesh.
His eyeballs also looked ready to drop out at any moment.
Lingqiong Yu turned away at the sight; he couldn’t bear that grotesque appearance.
“Now!” the Lingqiong Clan’s expert on the left roared, and the two struck at the same time, slashing their swords toward the Path of Fate.
At that very instant, a gray-white figure appeared and attacked out of nowhere. The Lingqiong Clan’s sword intent moved quickly, but this oncoming sword intent moved even faster.
“Elder Jian!” Liu Wuxie recognized Elder Jian at once, and only then did it make sense why Hua Feiyu had told him that Elder Jian had disappeared to handle something even more critical.
Elder Jian had come to stop the Lingqiong Clan, as if they were allowed to succeed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Damn it!” the two experts of the Lingqiong Clan cursed. They were sure that they were discreet, so they had no idea how Elder Jian had discovered them.
Even so, the Spirit Sealing Institute had made it possible. Han Feizi’s appearance further perfected the Spirit Sealing Institute, allowing them to calculate that Liu Wuxie would face catastrophic danger.
Without a doubt, this was the greatest calamity Liu Wuxie had encountered so far.
Elder Jian stood at the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm, and his sudden ambush caught everyone off guard. By the time the two experts of the Lingqiong Clan tried to react, it was already too late.
“Cut him down now!” Jia Mo urged, panic spilling into his voice. If they failed to kill Liu Wuxie’s past life, a violent backlash would follow, and the heavenly dao would kill him.
The swords of the Lingqiong Clan’s experts shot out like lightning bolts, moving so fast that even Elder Jian’s sword intent couldn’t catch up in time.
“Damn it!” Liu Wuxie raged, and his primordial spirit churned as if a heavy blow had slammed into it.
Suddenly, the Heavenly Dao Book appeared, and countless sequences rippled outward to shroud the Path of Fate. At the same time, the Path of Fate inside Liu Wuxie’s soul sea vanished.
The Path of Fate above the River of Fate vanished as well, along with Liu Wuxie’s previous life.
“With heaven and earth as dao, I summon fate!” Jia Mo said, severing one of his arms as his blood dyed the sky, and he poured that blood onto the Path of Fate.
The act made the Heavenly Dao Book dim instantly, and the Path of Fate reappeared once more.
Right then, the Lingqiong Clan’s attacks arrived. What happened next became something Liu Wuxie would never forget for the rest of his life.
He watched as Elder Jian used his own body to block both attacks.
“No!” Liu Wuxie roared. Even if Elder Jian survived, those two attacks would leave him gravely injured.
After all, Elder Jian wasn’t just facing two experts at the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm, but he also had to stop Jia Mo.
“You want to stop us by yourself?” The two experts from the Lingqiong Clan laughed as their swords tore through Elder Jian’s defenses.
If Elder Jian had devoted most of his strength to defense, he definitely had the power to repel the two experts, but he had spent most of his power trying to stop Jia Mo instead.
“Cut!” Elder Jian released his sword intent. He didn’t direct it at the Lingqiong Clan at all, but at the Path of Fate, in an effort to spoil their plan.
The Path of Fate rumbled violently as fissures split across it, and it looked as though it would collapse at any moment.
Jia Mo severed his other arm, and blood sprayed wantonly as he tried to mend the broken River of Fate again.
“Sword Hymn: Mountains and Rivers!” Elder Jian spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and his sword intent surged as he swung down at the River of Fate again.
Liu Wuxie could do nothing. He was trapped inside the Heavenly Deity Monument while his physical body was being protected by his martial brothers. He could only watch as everything unfolded before his eyes.
The River of Fate shattered again, and countless fissures spread outward in every direction.
Just then, the two attacks from the Lingqiong Clan members struck Elder Jian.
