Jin Chanzi seemed to be savoring Daochen's every expression.
Daochen's inner struggle, in particular, gave him the greatest pleasure.
Suddenly, Daochen deflated like a punctured ball. He looked helplessly at Jin Chanzi before him.
"What exactly must I do for you to lift that curse?"
The Fate Curse was the root of everything.
Seeing him like this,
Jin Chanzi revealed a faint smile, a devilish smile.
"As long as you do as I say and put the Primordial World's history back on its proper track, I'll release them."
Daochen's heart stirred, and a bleak smile appeared on his face. "Fine, but I can only control the Demon Race and the Heavenly Court. The Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races Alliance are beyond my influence."
Jin Chanzi glanced at him disdainfully. "You should be proud. You're the only one worth my personal intervention. As for the others, they will return to the proper path under Fate's guidance."
Daochen nodded helplessly. "Fine, but there's still something I must do. I have to visit the Beyond Lands."
Jin Chanzi shook his head and said with ironclad finality, "No."
Daochen was torn. He wanted to explain.
But before he could speak, Jin Chanzi had already turned his gaze elsewhere.
Clearly, no matter what reason they gave, he would not allow them to go to the Beyond Lands.
Daochen's expression turned helpless.
Then Daochen looked toward Fuxi.
Fuxi, beside him, showed no reaction whatsoever. He had not even noticed someone arriving next to him.
The situation was rather strange.
He had no idea how this fellow had taken control of Jin Chanzi.
"What happened to Fuxi? Why did you attack him? Surely he hasn't hindered you!"
Daochen noticed that Fuxi's soul was still weakening. Things looked rather grim.
He frowned at Jin Chanzi, his