Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 901

"Is everything done?" asked Wang Wei,

"Yes," replied Wu Ming with an excited smile. Who knew in just two days, this man slaughtered most of the upper echelons of the Origin Rune Palace and enslaved all the rest, turning his Wu Clan into the leading faction of this ancient Emperor Lineage?

"Thank you for help," added Wu Ming, sighing deeply. He was now one of the few people in the world who experienced the horror of this Heavenly Emperor.

With one talisman, he could borrow Wang Wei's power, and Wu Ming had never been so intoxicated; he could slaughter Immortals like they were ants. Anyone who stood in his way would be slaughtered or suppressed.

During the entire process, one thought kept popping into Wu Ming's mind: run away to keep this power. The temptation of this idea was beyond what people could understand; the experience was worse than during the Primordial Spirit Realm when he had to experience the Heart Devil.

Only two things prevented Wu Ming from doing something stupid: he knew this strength did not belong to him and would disappear soon. Secondly, he had a mission to revive the Wu Clan.

His ancestors should have been the Array Ancestors, but the founder of the Origin Rune Palace stole their Wu Clan's destiny. So, in his generation, he would take it backa??no matter the means.

Without wasting time, Wu Ming handed Wang Wei a token that resembled a small mountain with runes engraved on them. As soon as he held the token, Wang Wei sensed he now had access to the Origin Rune Palace's Qi Luck.

"It's so weak and feeble," he commented.

"That's to be excited," sighed Wu Ming. "They have been in decline for too long. They would have long been annihilated if not for the Array Dao Luck and Heavenly Dao's protection."

Wang Wei pondered briefly, "Then, it's time to revive them."

It would be pointless to condense Cultivation Civilization Luck if some aspects of it were lacking.

"Any idea?" asked Wu Ming with excitement. Wang Wei looked at him, and in a moment, he saw the latter's fate and future.

"Well, it was your clan's destiny to revive the Origin Rune Palace's destiny and luck. However, the process will take too long, so let's change things."

"How to begin?" _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"First, move some of your members into the court. I need you to build a Totem Warrior Legion."

"Totem Warrior?" asked Wu Ming, confused. However, some information immediately appeared in his mind.

"I see." Totem Warriors are the weaponized version of his clan's Formation Body; it was one of the ideas Wang Wei gave him. A totem warrior will engrave formation into their bodies, boosting their abilities and even granting them different powers.

Some can even engrave part of an Emperor's Formation to borrow its power.

"Our Wu Clan already created the Totem Warrior System. However, only the ones with ordinary formations."

Wang Wei secretly shook his head. Tong Ruobing is a Totem Warrior as she successfully inherited the power of the Origin Talisman.

Meanwhile, Wu Ming, the person who gave these ideas, did not succeed.

"Don't worry. The court will support you with plenty of resources and talent."

Wu Ming felt relieved after hearing this, so he bowed and left to do his duty.

"A talented person. However, he does not have a single ounce of Emperor Destiny. Is this a choice?"

All geniuses or Heaven Chosen have Emperor Destiny, meaning the luck to become a Great Emperor one day. However, Wu Ming is different. It seems he has no desire to become Emperor, with only the obsession for his clan to regain what they lost.

His only ambition is for his descendants to cultivate a potent Emperor, but he never thought of becoming one himself.

Wang Wei shook his head and no longer paid attention to him. He focused in the distance.

"They already couldn't resist?" he muttered.

Western Continent:

Ao Shen was discussing how to assign his God Positions and how to make full use of the current system for their demon race to rise and prosper. Unlike the other factions who decided to take their time to analyze the list and decide, he never stopped in the past few days.

Ao Shen already had a framework and had chosen many people for different positions. Suddenly, Ao Shen sensed something, and a look of anger manifested on his face.

"Open the formation," ordered Ao Shen before disappearing.

"But, Sira??"

"Just do it."

He knew what the latter wanted to say. The demon race used too many resources the last time they opened the formation to cover the entire continent.

Although they have been recuperating since their alliance with the Dao Opening Sect, they still needed plenty of time to be considered [prosperous].

Now, they would lose even more if they had to do it a second time.