Chapter 1164 Desperate Move

Chapter 1164 Desperate Move

1164 Desperate Move

'My only move currently is to use the fact that Old Man Nether does not know I have a Longevity Technique to die and revive myself.' Longevity Techniques are rare in the upper dimension, not to mention here in the Endless Void.

'However, I cannot die by that sword as my technique will probably not work.' The sword's power was in the upper echelons of the Empyrean Realm, and given his Life-Death Wheel Innate Talent was a Tier 1 Longevity Technique, meaning it only worked for the Emperor Realm, there is a more than 90% chance that such a powerful attack would render it moot.

'I must kill myself and time it perfectly to make it look like the sword did it.' After making a quick plan, Wang Wei began to act it out.

"Old Man Nether, are you serious? You dare use such power in the lower dimension?"

"So, what? As long as I get to kill you."

"You'll destroy everything, and True Heavenly Dao won't allow you to live."

"Is this your way of begging for your life? How pathetic," Old Man Nether sneered. "Don't worry. I can still control my power."

'He caught the bait,' Wang Wei thought. It was already hard for Old Man Nether to control this weapon, and now, he has to be extra careful to ensure his attack did not wipe out everything in the lower dimension, which also meant his soul and spirit would be more depleted in the process, rendering him unable to use it a second time.

"Bastard, you're playing with fire," Wang Wei roared, appearing as if he had lost his composure.

"Get out of my sight," Old Man Nether declared with disgust in his voice. He concentrated on drawing even more spiritual power to slash his sword. A black beam rushed from the sword toward Wang Wei, who began applying all his defensive techniques to block this attack.

He even burned his blood energy, blood source, bloodline, soul, and Proving Dao Artifact to increase his defense, trying everything possible to block this attack. Sadly, it was futile. The black beam ran through him like a horse cart passing over an ant.

Meanwhile, blood dripped from all of Old Man Nether's orifices as his face paled. His legs trembled, and he had to will himself not to fall from the sky. A small smile crept on the corner of his face as his transformation ended on its own due to his weakness.

'I've gotten rid of this pest, and now, it's time to move on to the next step.' He guessed the consequences of using this attack, so he had already prepared how to move on.

'Before ascending, I'll first kill all his family and sect. I don't care if my action might make an enemy out of the branch in the upper dimension - it's the only way to get rid of this anger,' Old Man Nether thought with gritted teeth.

All 365 [Future Buddha Self] manifested behind him. Then, one by one, they dispersed until only 108 were left. The River of Time manifested in the battlefield out of nowhere to spew out a phantom of Wang Wei. The phantom looked at the real body: "I will lend you my power, but don't do such a thing again. The Time Wraiths already have their eyes on you."

"I understand," Wang Wei replied, suddenly feeling some resentment toward Grand Dao for making all these rules and restrictions despite knowing why they exist. For example, if people who cultivate Time Dao could summon strength from their future, then things like the Battle Realm would become useless, and that's not what Grand Dao - who wants everyone to play by the rules - wants.

If it did not restrict such an act, people could just comprehend Time Dao as a minor Dao until they can use this technique and mess up the entire game.

"Good," the phantom nodded. "Let's begin."

"Wait, why don't you bring more strength? I think your level of power will be cutting it close."

"This is the maximum amount I can bring without getting you into real trouble," the phantom replied. "You'll suffer a little, but it's better than the other consequences."

"Is that so?" Wang Wei sighed before proceeding with the fusion. His aura drastically improved, followed by his strength. As he sensed the power coursing through his veins, through his very existence, Wang Wei felt intoxicated just like he did the first time he used the Empyrean Ascension Pill.

"The power difference between those two realms is truly scary," he muttered. The strength difference between a Quasi-Emperor and a Great Emperor could be described as a hundred or hundreds of cultivation realms. Then, what about an Emperor and an Empyrean?

"Minimum a thousand," Wang Wei muttered. "I now completely understand why Grand Dao created the Battle Realm System. It's to allow geniuses an opportunity to continue their streak or ability to fight above the realm. Without it, the entire universe would become a strict hierarchical system where lower cultivation realm have absolutely no chance at dealing with a higher realm - even if the difference was only 1% in understanding."

Wang Wei shook his head. He already knew the system was fundamentally flawed, given the vast difference in tiers after 10. Without the Dao Imprint's ability to stack Grand Dao boosts, it would be impossible for him or others to fight above their realm. After all, the Dao Imprint's ability was granted or allowed by Grand Dao.

'My theory might have been correct. Entering the Taboo Battle Realm is an achievement created by Grand Dao, which will give advantages or bonuses for entering Half-Step Transcendence.'

Wang Wei's eyes brightened after figuring it out before he suddenly realized his extreme speed thinking was coming to an end, and he still needed to deal with the trouble that bastard Old Man Nether left him.

He immediately acted to condense or contain the power of this explosion. He pushed his Samsara Dao to the limit as he tried to prevent the death/yin power from the sword and Old Man Nether from spreading.

The process was not easy, so Wang Wei struggled to contain the thing, but as his luck would have it, complications arose. At the center of the explosion was the power from the Abyss. He heard an annoying murmur constantly telling him to return to the lord's embrace.

'Ficking annoying thing. Your lord should return to MY embrace,' Wang Wei cursed as he activated a Buddhist Technique to protect himself and purify this power.