Slaves of Fate

With a long howl, the battle raged until heaven and earth split apart.

Three thousand years had been more than enough for those top-tier Aristocratic Clans and great factions to cultivate several batches of Transforming Self Realm Cultivators at the peak of their Fate Numbers.

Countless Heavenly Soldiers from the Aristocratic Clans, along with cultivators one after another, began to make their moves.

Curses, blessings, divinations, and Daoists one after another controlling terrifying Gold Corpses, sending them into battle.

Clearly, the profession of Daoist had already risen.

As the profession with the greatest overall combat power in the Nine Provinces, it infused the Gold Corpses—jiangshi nurtured in lands of Fate Numbers—with karmic fortune. They leaped beyond the reach of Fate Numbers, untouched by the workings of fate. They could truly be called the nemesis of Fate Numbers.

When Jian Xin saw their trump card, he suddenly broke into a hearty laugh:

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is! You attacked me because you wanted to capture me and refine me into a corpse!"

"Who knows how many protagonists bearing Fate Destinies you've ambushed in secret? You've only had three thousand years, yet you've already grown this arrogant. You deserve to be executed, deserve to be killed!"

This peerless, invincible swordsman possessed an immense aura and a towering physique. His three swords—soul, blood, and will—merged into one, forming an unprecedentedly sharp sword technique.

For an entire day and night.

Terrifying Sword Qi erupted again and again, leaving many people trembling in spirit. Even the Nine Provinces below saw the clouds in the sky glow with a radiance that filled the heavens.

Transforming Self Realm Cultivators nurtured by the great clans fell one after another. Various gods of fate were stained with blood, while the corpses of countless Heavenly