The Lord of Fate looked at the Demon Emperor. "You already know everything you wanted to know. What do you plan to do next?"
"You'll help the Witch Clan, won't you?"
Although the Lord of Fate was still quite certain deep down, he did not dare say so. He was afraid of hearing an answer he did not want.
Daochen gave him a sidelong glance. "Whether I help the Witch Clan depends entirely on you. You haven't explained the uses of the power of fate clearly."
The Lord of Fate looked at him in confusion. "I've already explained it very clearly. What questions do you still have? Just ask, and I'll answer them one by one."
Daochen fell silent for a moment. "How do you explain the fate curse? As far as I know, there's nothing special about this curse. The person is merely possessed by the power of fate. If that's all there is to it, why does that person still disappear?"
Those who were cursed would slowly disappear from this world.
Demon Emperor Daochen knew this very well. The power of fate had acted upon him, and he had once watched helplessly as his own body disappeared.
The power of fate was a marvelous kind of power, one that had always intrigued Demon Emperor Daochen.
The Lord of Fate paused. So he wanted to ask about the curse.
"Oh, that. There's actually nothing special about it. Once the power of fate becomes sufficiently pure, it causes a person to peel away from this world and enter somewhere like a spatial rift."
"There's really no danger. In fact, after being exposed to it long enough, they can return to the Primordial World from that place on their own."
Daochen stared at him in shock. This fellow, who looked so