Daochen looked at him with a sneer. "If you knew it would come to this, why do it in the first place? You're called Fate, yet you can't decide anyone's fate."
"If you weren't controlling the Devil Ancestor, you wouldn't even have a chance to hurt me."
Daochen had that confidence.
Because whether it was the Heavenly Dao or Fate...
They rarely truly destroyed any living being.
They had their own laws of survival, too. Take the Heavenly Dao: he merely intended to occupy Dao Ancestor Hongjun's body, yet he had already made so many preparations, even going so far as to raise Dao Ancestor Hongjun into the strongest being in the Primordial World.
All of that came at a price.
Whatever heights he wanted Hongjun's body to reach, he had to help him get there.
In Daochen's words...
This was called equivalent exchange.
I give you status, pleasure, prestige, and glory.
All I want is your body.
It was much like a deal with the devil.
But this transaction was compulsory. There was no refusing it.
Fate flew into a rage. He had already heard hints of something unfavorable to him in Daochen's words.
It was as though Daochen had seen through some of their laws.
"I don't know what you've learned, but none of that matters now. I will kill you."
Blazing devil flames erupted from the Devil Ancestor's body. Terrifying flames swept over him, and his strength surged once more as dreadful power came pouring out.
Daochen's expression grew grave. This fellow was actually burning his power of origin. It was much like burning his life away. Once his power of origin vanished, his cultivation realm would fall, and restoring his origin power to the ninth heaven would be all but impossible.
To deal with him, this