Chapter 1290  Devouring Cauldron

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Wang Wei returned to the throne room to wait for the others. As he sat there in boredom, looking at the luxurious room, he secretly complained that the people of this world loved thrones too much, forgetting he was the same.

The concept of a Great Emperor, one being who stands above all other gods, demons, immortals, and Buddha and has transcended life and death, has been ingrained in the fabric of this world. Their existence has influenced all aspects of life, including culture and architecture.

That’s why kings or rulers of dynasties, kingdoms, and empires cannot call themselves Emperors unless they’ve proved the Dao. That’s why most cultivators Tier 10 and above, even if not an Emperor, will build a throne room in their residence.

‘I wonder what her throne room is like,’ Wang Wei thought, thinking that his future wife’s throne might be even more extravagant than this one. While Wang Wei was distracted, his people began to return, starting with the people whose mission was to divert the enemy’s focus. Once everybody was here, Wang Wei finally regained his focus.

He first glanced at Mongke and the Flame Blacksmith’s group since they brought a group of people, many with resolute looks on their faces. However, his attention was soon focused on the second prince, Jia Ping. The other was tasked with taking over Blood Dragon’s cultivation room, so why did he bring a captured prisoner?

“Who is this?” Wang Wei asked, looking at the handsome Everlasting Empyrean with a devilish aura that would probably make many women lose their minds over him.

“Lord, he’s a Heavenly Devil that cultivated Devouring Dao.”

As soon as he said these words, everyone focused on the handsome young man. They knew what these words represented. Devour/Swallowing Dao is a potent but innately evil Dao. This world does not differentiate much between evil and righteous cultivators. After all, even the weakest great Emperors have such a high karma resistance that it’s pointless to care how many people they killed.

As long as devil cultivators stay away from these top lineages, they can do whatever they please. The world is too vast, and there are plenty of places for them to do whatever they please. Due to this mindset, most cultivators will not care if someone cultivates Devour Dao. It’s the opposite. Most people will recruit them since it is an Outlaw Dao unless you’re lucky enough to have cultivated it in certain worlds in the lower dimension.

Of course, there is an exception to this world — when the Devouring Cultivator walks the path of the Heavenly Devil. Since ancient times, Devouring Cultivators have held most of the records for the fastest cultivation, and that statement holds throughout the Chaos Universe.

But why is that? After swallowing them, could they acquire a person’s percentage of the Grand Dao Source? No. Grand Dao would not leave such a loophole for them to exploit. Devouring Cultivators don’t have this ability until they’ve reached the peak of their Dao, and even then, there are some restrictions.

Devouring Cultivators can turn what they swallowed into the purest Dao Rhymes, which can accelerate cultivation speed. These pure Dao Rhymes may not be as good as merit, but they are better than most pills, and there are plenty of them as long as the Heavenly Devil continues to swallow Emperors, Empyreans, and even Paragons.

“Could it be?” Wang Wei asked.

“Yes,” Jia Ping nodded. “Blood Dragon kept him in captivity so he would refine Dao Rhymes for him.”

‘This guy is truly useless,’ Wang Wei thought. With all these resources and advantages, the Blood Dragon’s cultivation was still only 93% Grand Dao Source. ‘More importantly, he knows how to play with fire.’ Wang Wei only took a glance at this little devil to figure out the latter was slowly planning to swallow the Blood Dragon, and honestly, given how stupid the dragon was, Wang Wei believed the little devil might have succeeded. After all, his cultivation was the peak of the Empyrean Realm. With how suspicious Blood Dragon was, it was a remarkable feat for him to convince him to reach such a level, probably with the promise of making more precious Dao Rhymes with higher cultivation.

“Sir, what do we do with him?” asked the Curse Master. This little devil was a fantastic resource, and as long as he gets a small amount, his cultivation can increase.

“Give him to me,” Wang Wei said. The devil flew into his hands, and as their eyes met, the Heavenly Devil’s body trembled out of fear. He knew this man was not the idiot that was the Blood Dragon and might be able to control him truly.

“Your instinct is correct,” Wang Wei said as if he could read his mind. Wang Wei pointed his hands on his forehead, and the little devil started to fight back. Sadly, the seal put on him by the Blood Dragon was still active. Additionally, Jia Ping was careful and added his means of restraint.

Wang Wei’s power entered the devil’s Sea of Consciousness and sealed all his memories, thoughts, and emotions, leaving him in a cold and indifferent state — similar to a machine. Then, under Wang Wei’s control and the shock of everyone in the room, the devil turned into a cauldron. For the last touch, Wang Wei changed his fate, giving him the duty of only producing Dao Rhymes. Unless someone intervened and altered it, this would be his fate for the rest of his life.

Wang Wei looked at the latter’s emotions and memories and decided to keep it for now. In the future, he might allow the latter to enter the Paragon Realm so that he could create better Dao Rhymes. As for the cruelty of Wang Wei’s actions? No one said or cared about it. On the contrary, they think Wang Wei’s approach was brilliant.

The cultivation world was cruel, and themes like survival of the fittest and cannibalism are mainstream. Additionally, the devil was not some innocent person. The fact he chose the path of the Heavenly Devil meant he was prepared to start a storm throughout the world by going on a killing/swallowing spree.

“We may need an array to boost his production speed,” Wang Wei said to everyone else. “Additionally, we need bodies to refine Dao Rhymes.” He paused briefly. “This is what we’ll do. You guys can hunt devil cultivators and attack the bases/allies of the parasites to gather materials. 60% of the Dao Rhymes belong to me, and the rest is for you.”

The others did not mind the fact Wang Wei had the largest share. Things have always been this: the boss gets most of the resources, and others share the soup. The fact he was willing to give 40% was quite generous.

Wang Wei looked at Wang Qi: “Organize a group to look for tombs or places of mass sealing.” Emperor’s tombs are not actual places to bury the dead, but places to ensure an Emperor can revive themselves without interference from their enemies. Not everyone has enough resources to provide a rapid revival, so most Emperors will create isolated tombs to ensure their return.

As for the seal places? Many factions will seal themselves when encountering a catastrophe. As long as they wake up countless yuan epochs later, the catastrophe might have passed, or their enemies might be dead or long forgotten about them. Wang Wei’s target was those places since they usually had countless Emperors and Dao Ancestors. As long as we can capture these bodies before their consciousness awakens, they can be fed into this Devouring Cauldron to make Dao Rhymes.

“I’ll get it done,” Wang Qi replied. He immediately sent a message to the Changing Fate Hall to create a new mission about finding tombs and sealed places. Wang Wei nodded in approval with his swift action. His focus then finally shifted to Mongke.

“These are the professions you wanted, but…”

“We refused to serve anyone else,” said a middle-aged man dressed in a red robe with cloud patterns. He had a severe expression, and his body emitted a faint aroma of herbs like most alchemists.

“You are?” Wang Wei asked.

“Empyrean Cloud Flame,” the middle-aged man responded. “And as I said, we refuse to work for anyone else — even if it means our death.”

Wang Wei calmly looked at this man and the others. They were not joking. All these professions have already planted a command in their soul. As long as someone remotely gets close, it will detonate, killing them instantly.

‘They are determined,’ Wang Wei thought. He knew that force was out of the question since he was not skilled enough in Soul Dao to prevent these people from killing themselves.

‘Any of you can do anything about this situation?’ Wang Wei asked his men, but no one had a solution.

‘Our Barbarian Race is an expert in Ceremonial Magic,’ Dulgun said. ‘So, if you give me time and can trick them into the location, I might be able to stop them from killing themselves.’

‘How much time are we talking about?’ Wang Wei asked.

‘Too much.’ Dulgun did not say a number since she knew it was too much. She only brought it up to raise her value in the eyes of the boss, not to provide an actual solution.

‘I guess I’ll have to sweet talk them,’ Wang Wei thought.