Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

"You don't have to worry. Based on your response to my questions, you might survive this encounter," said Wang Wei, who sensed the unease of this Primordial God.

Wang Wei's words made the God's mouth almost twitch; his first instinct was to roar to admonish this little creature who was audacious enough to say such a thing to him, but he dared not.

He survived that terrible war. As a result, he lost many things, one of which is his pride as an Innate Creature. Once upon a time, they roamed the world as the noblest creatures between Heaven and Earth.

Unfortunately, the war trampled on that pride. The human race– once a weak tribe that needed their protection, a weak tribe that they disdained to look at and associate with, a weak tribe that some treated as food– successfully rebelled against them.

These weak creatures grew to heights the Innate Demon Gods could not fathom and slaughtered their kind, forcefully pushing them off the top of the pyramid chain.

The Primordial God knew how scary these tiny creatures were.

After all, the human race fought both the Primordial Gods and the Innate Demons and won. Although the war soon escalated to encompass thousands of other races, these three were still the main fighters.

"Let's have a conversation," continued Wang Wei. "However, it's hard to communicate with my head raised. If you don't mind, please shrink your body."

"You...Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Wang Wei looked at him, "I thought you had accepted the reality of your circumstances. However, it seems it's not true."

He waved his hand, and the giant creature shrunk to the size of a normal human.

"How do I address you?"

The Primordial God paused momentarily before sighing deeply, "I am known as Primordial Desolate."

"Primordial Desolate," he muttered. "This name seems to be of some significance."

'Of course, it was,' thought Primordial Desolate. In his era, only the Primordial God with the noblest bloodline could use the word [Primordial] in their names.

'Unfortunately, now, it's meaningless.'

Wang Wei no longer continued this subject.

"I have a few questions about the past. If you don't mind, please answer."

"What do you want to know?"

"Firstly, how did the war end?"

Primordial Desolate took a moment to recollect before frowning, "My memory is a little blurry. However, I remember, near the end, our side–which was losing–suddenly had the advantage, pushing the Acquired Side to a dangerous level.

"We captured world after world, forcing them to migrate to their Headquarters. However, on the cusp of our victory, their side suddenly brought out a formation:

"The Heaven Mending Formation."

Fear flashed in the Primordial God's eyes as he uttered the name of the formation.

"Twelve of the best Emperors of the Acquired Life, including your ancestor, the Heaven Opening Emperor, each leading a node of the formation. After that, the war was basically over.

"They slaughtered my kind without remorse, including children, women, and the elderly. Finally, we realized our end was inevitable, so the leaders called for a mass ascension to the upper dimension, saving as many lives as possible."

Wang Wei listened quietly, ignoring Primordial Desolate's attempt to use his empathy. He knew how cruel these Innate Demon Gods treated the human race before his ancestor opened the Dao for all sentient beings.

"You said you had a sudden revitalization near the end of the war.

Do you know why?"

"It seems I can't remember," replied Primordial Desolate with a frown; he immediately noticed such an anomaly. After all, he is a 6Star Primarch and probably one of the strongest. Yet, his memories were failing him.

Wang Wei was not surprised. During this conversation, he used his Time Dao to check the past and see if the latter was telling the truth. However, he discovered the time stamp around the Null Era contained a weird power.

Someone seemed to have manipulated the River of Time, blurring the events of that time to hide certain information or truth.

'Most events in history are connected to the upper dimension in one way or the other. So, the same should be said for the Null Era and that battle between Innate and Acquire.

"Why did you survive? What is your mission for staying in the lower dimension?" asked Wang Wei, who knew he could not find the truth today. Anyway, he already had some theories and could verify it later on.

"I was chosen to remain here, hoping to revive our kind in the lower dimension."

"That's it?" he asked; he could guess as much. How could the Innate Demon Gods give up the entire Qi Luck of the Lower Dimension?

"Isn't that enough?" asked Primordial Desolate in confusion.

'It's either this guy is clueless, or I'm reading too much into the situation.'

"Last question: why did you allow my ancestor to steal your heart?"

asked Wang Wei. He knew how powerful this guy was, so it made no sense for Ancient Desolate to succeed in stealing his heart.

Primordial Desolate smiled wryly. He did not wake up after Wang Chong was lucky enough to survive his means and entered the core area of this hall.

He was severely injured from the war and had to seal himself to survive. Furthermore, a few Great Emperors would barge into his sleeping place and challenge him. Although most were a nuisance, a few severely damaged him; he remembered two of them especially, both from the same sect.

As such, when Wang Chong studied his body and walked in a path similar to his ancestor, he did not care. After all, to him, the latter was nothing but an ant walking around him.

Although he hated humans, he cared more about healing his injury.

Primordial Desolate only woke up when the latter tried to steal his heart.

He then discovered the little thief was the descendant of the Heaven Opening Emperor, which was related to these two. Angered overwhelmed his mind, and wanted to slap him to death. Then, an idea came to mind.

"My plan was to use the heart to assess your Wang Clan's bloodline.

Then, from there, I can steal your clan's luck and accelerate the revival of my kind," explained Primordial Desolate with a wry smile.

"Not a bad plan," nodded Wang Wei. As the clan who opened the Dao for all sentient beings twice, the Wang Clan's luck was unique.

As such, it was the perfect target to revive the Innate Demon Gods, especially after humans became the protagonists of the world.

"I know you failed, but why exactly?" asked Wang Wei.

"Who knew someone left protection in your Wang Clan's Bloodline?

My means were discovered and eliminated," explained Primordial Desolate. "Then, that thief dared to use the word [Desolate] as his Emperor name.

"He did not thank me for his achievement but returned here, sneak attacked, and injured me."

Wang Wei secretly gave a thumbs up to Ancient Desolate–a truly ambitious and daring man.

"Wait, I remember my ancestor exchanged some blood with

Emperor Seven Lotus. Since you tempered with it, did you do something to him?"

"Him? He was a great tonic," replied Primordial Desolate, licking his lips.

'I did not give this guy enough credit.'

From the records of the Sleepers, he knew there were auspicious visions after Seven Lotus ascended, just like every Great Emperor.

Now, he guessed Primordial Desolate artificially created this thing to hide the truth of his action.

He even guessed Emperor Seven Lotus was not his only victim and may have tricked many low-class Emperors with his bloodline and secretly swallowed them.

'Yes, how could someone who survived that war and chose to remain and revive the race be stupid,' thought Wang Wei. 'Even the character flaw of his race was probably eliminated after experiencing the close destruction of his kind.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Do you want to know whether I'm really going to revert the environment back to Innate?"

"Yes."

"It's true," nodded Wang Wei.

"But, how can it be done? Our Innate Demon Race has been searching for a solution for so long without an answer."

"Heaven and Earth blessed your race with many attributes and advantages, but ingenuity is not one of them," replied Wang Wei.

Although it sounded like he was making fun of the latter, he was just telling the truth.

The Innate Demon Gods' noble birth created a very hierarchal society with no room or requirement for ingenuity. As a result, they have long become stiff and conservative in their ways of thinking.

If not for the war that forced them to evolve and improve, many of their accomplishments in that era would have never occurred.

"So, it's true," muttered Primordial Desolate after feeling the latter's resolute confidence. As for the other comment, he did not care; history has proven these words were, in fact, true.

'So, our race's revival is the result of a human's action? The irony,'

he thought with a wry smile. He sighed deeply:

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I originally wanted to kill you and use your body as cultivation resources. However, I changed my mind."

Primordial Desolate's mouth twitched:

"Once the Innate Demon Gods return, they will need a leader to ensure they learned of their past failure and guide them."

His eyes became fierce:

"They need to know their place after being born, and you're the perfect person to lead and teach them."

"It will be my honor," Primordial Desolate quickly said.

before the first Innate Creature appears. You can wait until then."

The mighty ancient God wanted to curse out loud as he knew this Heavenly Emperor wanted to use him as a lackey.

"Finally, give me your heart and some blood," continued Wang Wei, making Primordial Desolate look at him in shock.

"Don't worry. With your position in the Heavenly Court, you can regenerate them in no time."

Primordial Desolate almost passed out from anger. That bastard wanted to use him as livestock, farming his heart and blood to cultivate his body.

"Don't feel wronged," said Wang Wei calmly. "Everypme and everything have to bear karma. You once used human ancestors as livestock; now, it's your turn. However, you're lucky that you don't have to die–they did not have that luxury."