Chapter 1102 Gou Dao

Chapter 1102 Gou Dao

1102 Gou Dao

After waking up to chat with Tong Ruobing and preventing the sense of foreboding he felt, he continued observing this battle. Something out of his control almost happened, so he needed to be on guard.

'Although we're outnumbered, our top powerhouses outclasses them,' thought Wang Wei. 'Their most powerful Emperor is...him?' He shook his head as he looked at the handsome young man. 'Well, their rematch should be interesting.'

Wang Wei shifted his focus to something else, and a wide grin appeared on his face. "The bait is hooked." His plans are never simple, and they usually knock countless birds with one stone, and one of the targeted birds this time around was the Corpse Selling Sect.

So, he engineered a situation full of death and macabre for these people. He does not believe these people would not be influenced by their founders' weird infatuation with death and corpses. Now that the stage was prepared, he only needed to wait.

'I'll definitely find your headquarters this time and remove this annoying cancer,' thought Wang Wei before focusing on other aspects of this battle.

'Hmm? What's this?' He noticed someone bypassing the precautionary measures he placed in the Abyss Gap to prevent someone from breaking the seal. However, with this war, he had to deploy all his people, thus reducing the former security measures.

'Is this some kind of cult whose mission is to release the abomination from the gap?' Given how he once killed an infected individual in the Myriad Emperor World, this was not impossible. He suspected there were others, and they all had the same objective.

"No, this is just a cover," muttered Wang Wei. "This person is another upper-dimension spy. Didn't I catch them all?" After saying these words, he suddenly remembered a song from his childhood on Earth, distracting him for a second. He shook his head to concentrate.

"I may have underestimated these parasites." Many groups were sent to the lower dimension: Parasyte's group, number 1's group, and now he found a third one. And from the looks of it, this group was unknown to the others.

He smiled as his plan accidentally lured someone into the bait, and he could not be happier. With a thought, the spy appeared before him, dressed in all black to cover his face. However, as soon as he laid eyes on Wang Wei, his body began to deform as he rapidly liquefied into a green goo. Wang Wei's first instinct was to stop the process, but his danger intuition activated, and he teleported him away instead.

"What a terrifying restriction," muttered Wang Wei. He could feel a vicious curse from this person, and if he were hit, he would either die or suffer a fate worse than death. He frowned, thinking about this third group of spies; he wondered whether there were more, and more importantly, how they completely hid from him.

'The hidden 8th moon, Disaster Paragon,' thought Wang Wei. 'From my analysis, this man should be an expert at hiding and avoiding danger. However, from his character profile, he should never send a spy as that could compromise his safety.'

According to his analysis, the Disaster Paragon epitomizes Gou Dao or Dog Dao. These people refuse direct confrontation, participating in secret realms to compete for treasure or save the damsel in distress. They cultivate peacefully behind closed doors to reach higher realms and avoid catastrophe or major events in the cultivation world like a plague.

They are cautious and patient and live by the creed of minimizing risks and danger. They would prefer to spend millions of years in closed cultivation rather than take the danger of a secret realm with a treasure or resources they obviously need. Lastly, their core ideology is to bully people with higher realms.

Their mentality is: The enemy is a talented Eternal with threefold battle strength, and my cultivation is 65% Grand Dao Source, and I can easily defeat them? No, let's wait until we're Empyreans and destroy them with absolute force.

So, with Wang Wei's obvious destiny to end the current era of the upper dimension, the Disaster Paragon's first instinct is to run away and hide, not intervene in the affairs of the lower dimension.

'Let's put these sneaky people on the watch list,' thought Wang Wei before focusing on somebody else: the Steward.

"Shut up," he said, looking at the person who spoke with red eyes. "I know he's baiting me." The spoken court minister smiled wryly while lowering his head. If you know someone is baiting you and you actively fall for it, there is no difference if you don't know.

"Prepare all our troops; we're participating in this war," declared Ye Dafu. "And you, bastard Wang, once this is over, I want my rematch."

"Even though you know you can't win?"

"Doesn't matter. My anger will not be abated without smacking you a few times with my pole."

"Well, I respect that," chuckled Wang Wei before communicating through divine senses with the Steward.

"All this effort, and he accepted the offer after angering him," sighed the Steward. "Who knew it would be so easy."

"You're not giving the monkey his respect."

"You mean this outburst was a facade?" Steward asked in shock.

"The elders in his court have been doing everything possible to reign in his unruly personality for their own selfish motive so he could be a better Heavenly Emperor. However, he was sick of it and used this opportunity to do as he pleases."

The Steward smiled wryly. "It's true: no one who can become an Eternal Emperor is ever simple."

"Truer words have never been said," commented Wang Wei. "Anyway, you don't need to head to the Ancient Spirit World."

"Did something happen?"

The Ancient Spirit was an associate of the Commerce Hub, so they were last in line for an alliance.

"Yes; they've chosen their sides," replied Wang Wei

"That's a shame. So, what's my next assignment? Do you want me to return home to partake in the war?"

"No need. Go to these worlds and see if they can join our alliances." Wang Wei gave him a list before his presence disappeared.

Ancient Spirit World:

Feng Heng sat cross-legged on a mat inside a small wooden cabin, moving the prayer beard using his right hand. This was a terrible location for an honored guest such as himself, but he did not mind the latter's attempt to humiliate or portray him in a terrible light. Once they showed him his abode, he thanked the guide and calmly lived in this hut.

Feng Heng slowly opened his eyes, stopped the prayer bead, and sighed. The hut suddenly exploded into pieces, but he remained calm. He looked at the two people before him.nove(l)bi(n.)com