Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 1372

Chapter 1372 The Different Natures of Cruelty

Cui W. De took a deep breath as he glanced at this new world, and a genuine smile appeared. Before coming out, his creator had properly trained him on the situation outside, and he knew things like the fact his name had the initial character W for Wang, which was proof of his status as a Creation Lifeform, would lead to discrimination. However, he did not care about these things. He had reached the pinnacle of his homeworld, and serving the Creator outside was the only way to progress. So, when the notice reached the world, even after telling people about the restrictions, Cui De did not hesitate to sign up.

Cui De did not waste any more time. He had a mission, and failing at it would be worse than death. He activated one of the abilities his Creator granted him: Karma Eyes. He immediately noticed someone in the distance whose karma was rapidly increasing, and without hesitation, Cui De teleported more than 20 million light-years with one step, arriving at his destination after a dozen or so steps.

As expected, he witnessed a slaughter. A young man floated above the sky with countless swords surrounding him. The swords descended on the ground like rain, and each one would kill one or more mortals. It did not matter whether they were men, women, or even children. The sword had no mercy and did not discriminate against gender or age.

The dead mortals then turned into blood mists, flying to the young man and condensing into blood orbs. The young slaughterer was calm, with no expression. It was as if he were removing the weeds from his front door.

"You're young and full of vitality. So, why are you resulting in such an act?"

"What's it to you?" The young man snapped. However, his face became stiff after sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Cui De.

"Well, answer me."

"S-Sir…there are plenty of these mortals. There is no need to fight between us, right?"

"Do you think I'm a lowlife like you?" Cui De sneered. The Heavenly Fate Continent was cruel because the Creator rarely interacts, but all cultivators agree upon a hidden rule: to leave the mortals alone. He knew this world was more dangerous — especially since it was facing a catastrophe — but Cui De did not expect it to degenerate to such a level.

The young man's stiffness reached his body as he realized he had encountered a righteous cultivator. He cursed his bad luck but did not hesitate to activate his escape secret technique. Sadly, his attempt was futile. The difference in strength was so great that Cui De stopped him with just one look.

"It seems there is no need for an answer to my question — you just don't see mortals as the same kind."

"Same king?" The young man sneered. "Those—"

Cui De did not listen to his nonsense. Since his curiosity was already satisfied, he performed his mission. With a wave of his hand, the young man's body dissipated, leaving only his soul. Cui De conjured a transparent cauldron before shoving the soul inside.

A scream of immense agony echoed in the void, and the voice was that of that young man. The invisible cauldron had a Soul Burning Flame with no attack potency but made up for it by incorporating powers from Wang Wei's Pain Talent. The flame brought the ultimate agony to the soul while also keeping it from breaking from the pain; this flame is one of the tortured methods of the Fate Shadow Guards, and the creator was not Wang Wei himself but Wang Ju.

Cui De frowned at the devastation in the area. He waved his hand and used a combination of Earth and Wood Spells to restore the houses, the fertile land, and the environment. However, the looming sense of dread and darkness did not dissipate even with his actions.

'It's understandable. After all, they've just lost countless friends, families, and loved ones,' Cui De analyzed. 'In that case, should I revive them?' It would not take much energy to rebuild a body for all these mortals, and their souls have not been sent to the Underworld, so he could revive everyone who had just died.

'Maybe this is not a good idea,' Cui De analyzed. 'This world is experiencing great turmoil, and messing with life and death may complicate things. More importantly, this is not part of my mission.'

These words should have convinced him, but Cui De was still hesitant, especially after seeing a little girl crying while holding some clothes that appeared to be the remains of her parents. He sighed but did not immediately ask; instead, he contacted his Creator and asked for further advice.

The answer he received was brief but direct: "Your previous analysis was correct — your actions could complicate things. So, focus on prevention instead of repairmen."