682 Changes
Wrath’s face became ugly as she received the news. The moment she heard Wang Wei was investigating all seven territories, she had a hunch this would be the result. She did not immediately give up and used an altar in one of the castle’s rooms to contact Heavenly Dao to negotiate.
After a while, Wrath opened her eyes, trying extremely hard to control herself and not go on a rampage. She tried arguing with Heavenly Dao and convinced it to reconsider. She argued she would handle her race and have them stay low-key and not be detected.
She argued she would manage their hatred and swore not to ally with the devil cultivator in the west. Regrettably, Heavenly Dao had better arguments about the consequences of other planes discovering the revival of the devil race and the effect their rise would have on the upper dimension.
Wrath’s last attempt was to compromise and ask Heavenly Dao to only accept some people in this subcontinent with a certain level of human bloodlines. But it even rejected this proposition.
As she sat dejected on a throne, she pondered the next step. The plan she had spent so long working on ended before it even began, which was a devastating blow to her mind. She considered all her options before taking a deep breath.
Seven Sins Conference:
“Wrath, what happened?”
“The plain failed. The Myriad Emperor World’s Heavenly Dao backed out of our agreement.”
“What?!”
“Wang Wei’s doing, I suppose?” asked Pride.
“Yes.”
“We should have expected this outcome once he began to snoop around the other territories,” added Envy.
“So, what are we going to do next?” asked Gluttony.
Everyone looked at Wrath, waiting for her to make a decision.
“The plan continues, but we will go about it differently,” said Wrath.
“What do you mean?”
“We will abandon our identity as devil race and integrate into the Myriad Emperor World. As long as we can prove the Dao, we can remove the seal and protect our race.”
“Use the array for us only instead of the entire race?” summarized Pride. “It might work, but Heavenly Dao will still ask us for a price.”
“One of the Devil Gods is enough of a price,” added Wrath.
“If it is only the seve–I mean the six of us, Heavenly Dao might accept. But it also might refuse.”
“That’s my only worry–”
Wrath had not finished speaking when the projection space the group used to communicate began to tremble. Before they could react, the illusory space ejected everybody out, and the conference forcefully ended.
“What’s going on?” muttered Wrath before sensing something and appearing outside of the castle. She looked at the sky and immediately noticed it was no longer pure blue. It was now separated into four colors: blue, red, black, and white.
Cracks appeared above the heavens out of nowhere before Heavenly Dao manifested itself.
[Unknown interference…Game Rules Collapsing…Activating Counter-Attack Protocols…Mission…Fai…Lu…re.]
Wrath’s face changed after seeing the information displayed above in the sky. Before she could think, process, or complain about how the situation, a talisman condensed before her. She immediately recognized what it was since her master had mentioned it before.
She used her Divine Sense to immediately refine the talisman.
“It’s so weak? Anyway, it’s still enough. ” She immediately controlled the remaining power of this continent’s Heavenly Dao to create a small world with extended capacity. Then, she summoned all the devil race–mortals or not–into the small world.
‘It’s regrettable I could not save the others. Anyway, there is still some power left,’ thought Wrath as she teleported to the room where the Devil Retribution Sword was brewing. Without hesitation, she sacrificed the remaining power of Heavenly Dao to accelerate its growth.
‘Come on,’ thought Wrath before she sensed something. She turned around, and her heart almost popped out of her chest. She saw someone behind her with a bright red mark floating above their head.
Gluttony Territory:
A young man with green eyes sat beside a bonfire, deep in thought, despite the noses of the troops next to him.
‘The 100 million troops limit seemed to be much, but before these two, they won’t do much,’ thought Parasite. ‘Even with an alliance of people with 100 million troops, they could slaughter everyone in a matter of hours, if not less.’
He spat on the floor, and it was an odd green color.
‘No matter. The only purpose of these cannon fodders is to buy enough time to use Designer’s weapon.’ Such a weapon will be extremely draining and has a limited number of use. Furthermore, they have to consider the possibility of evading countless other variables.
Parasyte suddenly felt something and looked at the sky. He saw Heavenly Dao’s message and the change of color.
‘Someone outside is interfering?’ His eyes lit up as he waited for the changes to end. Immediately, he felt a weight lifted from his shoulder as he regained his freedom. He teleported to the distance in an instant before returning to his original place.
Parasyte took a communication talisman to contact the others. However, he saw a bright red mark floating above his head before he succeeded.
‘A target?’ He frowned since he could not understand how this came about. He tried a few techniques he knew to remove them, but the power behind this marker was beyond his understanding.
‘This power has a faint fluctuation that seemed familiar,’ thought Parasyte for a moment before stopping thinking about it since he could not recall. Then, he contacted the others.
“Do you guys know what’s happening?”
“Some outside force is intervening in our cleanup,” said Undead Flame.
“I know this much,” countered Parayste, annoyed that he stated the obvious.
“I sense a lot of spatial disturbance. I guess a bunch of people teleported to this continent,” added Designer. “And based on the target above our head, their targets are probably people from the Myriad Emperor World.”
“So, some plane wants to use this method to kill most of the Myriad Emperor World’s Heaven Chosens and delay their rise,” summarized Parasyte, even more annoyed. “A pointless endeavor. All this will do is kill the weak ones and make it easier for these two to prove the Dao.”
Their plan lay on using other Heaven Chosen as cannon fodder through an alliance. However, the recent changes in this continent will not affect Wang Wei and Di Tian, only their allies, thus ruining their plans.
“There is little we can do in this situation besides actively hunting these foreign Heaven Chosens,” added Undead Flame. “However, if we display too much strength, we will be on Wang Wei’s radar. And as you know, he has no hesitation about killing us just because of his suspicions.”
“Isn’t there some restrictions about him hunting us down? After all, as an Era Son, his actions would be detrimental to the world’s growth,” asked Parasyte, and he looked at Designer for an answer.
“Sons of Era must kill each other for destiny; that’s how things should be. However, this is the first time I’ve heard about a complete one, so I’m not sure.”
“Anyways, we cannot put our faith in the possibility he will not hunt us down,” added Undead Flame.
“True. Anyway, this situation can be favorable to us,” added Parasyte. “We can help some of our allies that cannot reach the 100 million troops limit. All the Heaven Chosens are now gathered in this place, making it easier to make allies.”
“This is also a perfect opportunity to gather more resources,” commented Designer. “We can plunder from these foreign Heaven Chosens. Or better yet, kidnap them and ask for their faction to pay us handsomely to return them intact.”
“This might work,” agreed Parasyte. “However, we should be careful and use a third party for negotiations. As I said, we need to be more low-key.”
“Should we contact the others?” asked Undead Flame, and the three immediately became quiet since they knew what he meant. The Seven Moons also sent spies in other world communities. However, their existence is a backup plan in case the ones in the Myriad Emperor World fail.
These spies must prove the Dao in other World Communities before banding together to restrict any growth to the Myriad Emperor World. And if possible, give them a strong enough blow to delay their recovery for countless generations.
The Seven Moons know the rise of the Myriad Emperor World is fated to occur, and it is the catalyst for the return of the other Paragons in Limbo. However, as beings who reached the pinnacle of the cultivation world, they can manipulate fate or destiny to some extent. A better word would be to influence fate and redirect its power.
“There is no benefit from contacting these people besides risking exposing ourselves,” disagreed Parasyte.
“We can exchange information to prepare in case our mission fails.”
“We will not fail.”
pAnDa (nov)e1 “Only people who are stupidly arrogant believe in absolute,” countered Undead Flame. “No matter how well-thought our plans are, there is a chance of failure. So, we must prepare for the worse scenario.”
“He’s right,” added Designer. “You know what is at stake.”
They are from the upper dimension, and their factions are directly or indirectly related to the Seven Moons. They are loyal and deeply rooted with these rulers, meaning their fate is connected. If the seven moons fall, their fate won’t be any better.
“Alright, let’s contact them.”