But true to the nature of a man who had lived for more than a hundred thousand years, he quickly regained his composure and came up with a countermeasure.
For some reason, he couldn’t manipulate this man’s fate, and he couldn’t do much with the Heaven Devouring Tiger’s fate either.
Even though he called himself the Fate Weaving Sovereign, there were limits to fate manipulation. Aside from the obvious restrictions, such as being unable to manipulate the fate of the dead or alter the fate of someone on their deathbed to suddenly restore them to perfect health...
There were limitations that even he, at the peak of his abilities, could not overcome.
For example, the situation before him.
He could do very little with the Heaven Devouring Tiger’s fate because the outcome before him was already approaching a foregone conclusion.
The beast’s fist was locked in place by a strange and deadly technique that voraciously drained its spiritual qi and cultivation. It was as though that dantian was an infinite abyss that could never be filled.
He knew for a fact that this Heaven’s Chosen, Wei Chen, was weaker than the Heaven Devouring Tiger.
By all logic, Wei Chen should have exploded by now.
A weaker cultivator’s dantian and spirit veins should have been incapable of enduring such a massive influx of spiritual qi.
Even he would have great difficulty managing such an overwhelming amount of power, let alone absorbing it through the inherently fragile dantian while simultaneously controlling the torrent of spiritual qi flowing into it.
"No matter what, this beast is a valuable chess piece for me."
The Fate Weaving Sovereign muttered as he did everything in his power to grasp the remaining threads of fate and search for a way to save his chess piece.
He cut his palm with a finger, allowing his blood to flow out and enhance the ritual he was about to perform.
This ritual allowed him to perceive the thread of fate belonging to someone whose destiny was on the verge of reaching its end.
And Da Tian Hu was someone standing knee-deep in such a fate.
He had to find an opening.
A loophole.
Anything that would allow his chess piece to survive this ordeal.
The Fate Weaving Sovereign searched for it.
It was like searching for a needle in a haystack...
No.
It wasn’t even a haystack.
It was like searching for a single grain of golden sand at the bottom of an endless lake.
Within the River of Fate flowed countless threads belonging to countless lives, obscuring the fate of the current situation. There were threads of joy, fear, sorrow, hope, and delight. They were all nothing but noise.
Yet they were an incredibly obstructive kind of noise.
They were all connected to the man named Wei Chen.
There were billions of them.
Most were weak, belonging to ordinary mortals that he could easily brush aside.
Some were much stronger, forcing him to expend a portion of his strength just to bypass them.
And a select few were so overwhelmingly powerful that he had no choice but to avoid them entirely.
As for why he didn’t simply cut them...
The consequences would be catastrophic.
His Fate Weaving technique was considered dangerously close to a Heaven Forbidden Technique.
It was not necessarily because it possessed overwhelming destructive power, but because the heavens regarded it as a scourge upon the natural laws of Heaven and Earth.
Cutting one or two insignificant threads was acceptable.
He could bear the consequences.
But cutting an important thread, or severing the fates of hundreds of mortals...
That would invite a Heavenly Tribulation of the highest order.
He was not nearly desperate enough to do such a thing.
Searching for that single wisp of possibility was an absurd task.
Ordinarily, it would require an immense amount of time.
But time was the one thing he did not have.
He had to be swift.
Precise.
And above all, he had to avoid cutting even a single thread of fate.
The Fate Weaving Sovereign peered deeper into the River of Fate, but to no avail.
He needed more time.
Far more time than the current situation would allow.
"Tch... if possible, I wouldn’t want to use this technique."
The Fate Weaving Sovereign muttered before striking his own chest.
Another mouthful of blood burst forth.
This time, however, a single drop remained suspended before him.
It resembled a crimson jewel.
It shone with the brilliance of a flawless ruby.
This was his blood essence, containing the culmination of his Fate Weaving technique.
He dispersed the drop into the River of Fate, allowing it to guide him.
Then...
He found it.
A single thread.
A single thread of hope hidden within the vast Sea of Fate.
It lay concealed among hundreds of millions of surrounding threads, all of which had obscured his vision.
The Fate Weaving Sovereign immediately grasped that lone thread of fate.
Without hesitation, he poured nearly all of his remaining spiritual qi, along with a portion of his cultivation base, into it, forcibly solidifying the thread and altering its trajectory.
— Meanwhile —
In front of the defensive line, Da Tian Hu was almost completely reverted to his beastly form. Fur now covered most of his body, and his mouth had extended into a beast-like muzzle, though he still retained a humanoid shape.
To put it in modern terms...
He had been drained until he turned back into a furry.
But...
At that moment...
A strange sensation suddenly washed over him.
Amidst the agonizing pain, the suffering strangely began to transform into pleasure.
A bizarre pleasure he had never experienced before.
An ecstasy he had only just discovered today.
Now...
The agonizing pain no longer felt painful.
Instead, it twisted and warped into an indescribably pleasurable sensation.
The ecstasy grew so overwhelming that a single white tear fell from between his legs.
BAM!!!
Suddenly, a foot slammed into his face, knocking him out of that blissful trance.
It was Wei Chen’s kick.
His face had turned pale, as though he had just witnessed the most horrifying scene imaginable.
"Cut! Cut! Cut! What the f*ck was that!? Why did you suddenly splurt!? What the hell is wrong with you, you pervert!?" Wei Chen shouted as he hurriedly retreated.
He backed away several dozen meters.
Where he had been standing moments ago remained undeniable evidence.
A single stain of white tear.
The culmination of that overwhelming ecstasy.
"And for f*ck’s sake! Find something to cover your d*ck! I’m about to throw up!" Wei Chen shouted as he pointed toward Da Tian Hu’s groin, which was now enjoying far too much freedom.
Da Tian Hu slowly regained his senses.
Gradually, his human form began to return, though he was clearly much weaker than before.
Then he looked at Wei Chen.
Strangely...
He no longer felt much anger or hatred toward this human.
Instead...
He looked Wei Chen up and down.
From head to toe.
A strange and unfamiliar desire, one he had never imagined himself capable of feeling, began to rise within his heart.
His gaze wandered across Wei Chen’s broad chest...
His firm, muscular abdomen...
His groin...
And finally...
His butt.
That firm shape looked so...
Inviting.
So...
Desirable.
An unhealthy blush spread across Da Tian Hu’s face.
His eyes said it all.
He wanted it.
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, chill... bro, chill! I mean... what the f*ck is wrong with your system!? Were you drained so hard that your factory default settings suddenly malfunctioned!?"
"Hey~ Human~"
Da Tian Hu called out to Wei Chen with a manly hoarse sexy voice, causing the latter to feel a very different kind of danger.
"If you come with me~ I’ll spare your city... How about it?"
Hearing those words, goosebumps erupted all over Wei Chen’s body.
For the first time in a long while...
He genuinely wanted to run.
"Sh*t..."
Wei Chen was alarmed. He immediately retreated and checked the storage space inside his broadcasting orb.
He wanted to find the almighty plunger, but...
It wasn’t there!
Seeing the object of his desire trying to flee, Da Tian Hu immediately gave chase. However, having been greatly weakened by the draining technique, he still couldn’t catch up to Wei Chen.
*F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!*
*Where is it? Where is it!?*
Wei Chen screamed inwardly as his spiritual sense frantically swept through every item stored inside the orb space.
But he still couldn’t find it.
Because of that brief distraction, Da Tian Hu finally managed to close the distance.
Alarmed, Wei Chen immediately threw his strongest punch.
BOOOOM!
Da Tian Hu crashed through the mountain once again. This time, the entire middle section of the mountain collapsed from the impact.
"Sh*t... Did that guy die? What terrible luck. If he died, my gold coins are going to get deducted again," Wei Chen muttered under his breath.
That punch had been serious.
He hadn’t held back at all.
Even though he complained about losing gold coins, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of regret.
On the contrary...
He felt relieved.
But...
That relief was short-lived.
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