Chapter 864: The End of Fate

**Chapter 856: The Epilogue of Fate**

Even without the Ghost Eye Bow, General Hong's tracking arrows could automatically pursue enemies.

Three Waters True Lord was almost bitten twice by the revolting Weeping Willow Snake, and laughed in exasperation. His longsword traced a semicircle in the air, and the falling wind and snow coiled into several Que Beasts: "Go!" The Que Beasts served as a shield, blocking two tracking arrows. When they were struck, they exploded into a sky full of snow dust. The battlefield was filled with swirling snow, marking the opening of a blizzard.

Each snowflake was an ice seed. When it struck a person, it not only slowed movement but also caused ice crystals to grow. The King of Que Beasts had sealed the tomb in this manner earlier, and back then, it had only cast two ice seeds. A rich red glow suddenly emanated from He Lingchuan's body. The ice seeds that hit his battle armor did not evaporate from fierce flames; instead, they slid right off, like water droplets rolling from a lotus leaf.

Primal energy! The primal energy unique to the Great Wind Army's leader had just now erupted. Against the Great Wind Army's primal energy, all divine abilities would be greatly diminished, let alone those of General Hong, who was the commander of the entire army, the focus of its spirit, and the culmination of its hopes. The solidity, thickness, and abundance of primal energy she wielded were so exaggerated that He Lingchuan was astounded. He had never felt even one-hundredth of such primal energy from any other general or army! Even Beijia's army was far inferior. This was the pinnacle of primal energy, possessed only by the Dragon Coil Army God, and experienced by only a handful of individuals throughout history. General Hong's battle armor was already incredibly powerful, and with the amplifying effect of this primal energy, He Lingchuan felt an illusion: as if he held the true fire of the sun, capable of punching through the Earth's core with a single blow. Even with the primal energy's boost, the swirling snow could not obstruct his vision.

The Naraka Avatar was truly startled to witness this scene: "Mitian and this kid can use primal energy within the secret realm? Primal energy isn't some illusory thing; it must have a source and an origin. That is to say, Mitian and this kid must have a stable power and a powerful army behind them! What kind of world has been created within the Great Square Pot?"

Just as He Lingchuan was about to continue pursuing the Naraka Avatar, the severed-tailed Weeping Willow Red Python beside him suddenly sprang backward! The force was immense, knocking him back two steps. This creature had been turned against its master by the poisonous toad on General Hong's armor, so it shouldn't have harmed him. He Lingchuan was surprised, but then saw the red python, which had been repelled by him, suddenly snap into two pieces, as if sliced in half by an invisible blade. There was no blood in the python's body, only black water that flowed onto the ground and evaporated into smoke.

What cut it? He Lingchuan tried to lift it with his blade, and indeed felt a strange texture, like breaking Zhu Erniang's spider silk, but much tougher. If the Weeping Willow Red Python hadn't stopped him, he would have collided with the invisible threads at his speed, and the outcome would have been dire. He wondered if his battle armor could have protected him. But He Lingchuan was truly astonished. With General Hong's primal energy boost, he hadn't even noticed the opponent's trap? Even worse, he couldn't confirm how many invisible threads were laid out, or how far he could go before hitting one. He didn't know that this was Naraka's ability, called 'The Compass of Fate.' Since it was 'fate,' how could human eyes see it? On the surface, Three Waters True Lord was contending with He Lingchuan. But it was under the guise of Three Waters True Lord's rending technique that Naraka secretly wove the so-called 'threads of fate' during the battle. Only when the setup was complete would the compass truly become effective, trapping people invisibly. Naraka's divine ability, as its name suggested, was indeed cunning, insidious, and silent. However, since General Hong had guided the Weeping Willow Python to expose the trap, He Lingchuan couldn't just sit back and do nothing. The Compass of the God of Fate sounded intimidating just by its name.

At this moment, Three Waters True Lord casually threw out a treasured seal. It flew into mid-air, transforming into a small mountain, and slammed down towards He Lingchuan. This was a suppression-type divine ability commonly used by ancient immortals, and the variety of magical artifacts was vast. This particular one, called the 'Heavenly King Seal,' was refined from the heart and blood of mountains, combined with golden essence. No matter where the enemy was, it could track them down and powerfully descend upon—no, suppress them! Its effect was both good and convenient, and Three Waters True Lord was accustomed to using it, so he instinctively threw it out. However, he immediately realized: "Oh no! The compass's layout isn't complete yet."

But before he could conjure a spell to recall it, He Lingchuan had already crouched down and plunged a hand into the ground. During the earlier fighting, he had felt the ground beneath his feet pulsing incessantly, as if something was eager to emerge and resonated with the Floating Life Blade. So, he would oblige it. The two squatting shoulder beasts on his battle armor had already returned to their positions, and the Naraka Avatar was driving numerous Que Beasts to besiege him. To reverse this situation of fighting against many, he needed greater power.

The ground was covered in dust, but when he pressed his hand into it, what he pulled out was not a handful of dirt, but a long, completely dark spear. Only the spear tip gleamed with a cold light. He Lingchuan gently shook the spear shaft, faintly hearing the sound of wind and thunder. It wasn't an illusion; several streaks of lightning also flashed across the dome. This seemed to be one of General Hong's divine weapons. He Lingchuan had only seen her use it twice on the battlefield, but its might was unparalleled, leaving a deep impression on both allies and enemies. This time, he followed suit, weighing the black spear in his hand, channeling power into both arms, and fiercely hurled it at the descending Heavenly King Seal. Yes, in the manner of throwing a javelin. General Hong's abundant primal energy made the entire spear turn a reddish-purple.

Another startling peal of thunder reverberated, lighting up the night sky. He Lingchuan looked up and saw a phantom image seemingly emerge from the surface of the black spear, illuminated by the lightning: protruding eyes, a horse-like mouth, a crocodile-like nose, ox-like ears, and two small horns slightly arched on its forehead. A black jiao! He Lingchuan recognized it at once: this was the giant beast on the inner wall of the South Gate, very similar to the black dragon Zhong Shengguang had transformed into earlier, only smaller in form, merely ten feet long. It was attached to the black spear, but once the light dimmed, it also disappeared. What was this? A spear spirit?

The long spear flew, striking the Heavenly King Seal with a loud clang. The mountain-like seal was actually knocked away directly, spinning twice in the air and rapidly shrinking in size. The black spear, meanwhile, spun and bounced back. He Lingchuan leaped two steps, caught it in mid-air with one hand, spearhead pointing skyward, and shouted, "Come!" A bolt of lightning struck down from the dome, directly hitting the long spear. In addition to the primal energy, the spear shaft was instantly covered with a dazzling layer of crackling lightning, creating a full display of sound, light, and electrical effects.

The feeling of holding lightning was incredibly strange. How to describe it? It was like wrestling a frantically struggling giant crocodile that was constantly resisting, always ready to turn and devour you. Before it could turn over, he had to throw it at the enemy. He Lingchuan had practiced the Thunderstrike Spear Technique for over a year, but this current move truly deserved to be called 'Thunderstrike Spear.' Man and spear became one, charging towards Three Waters True Lord with an unstoppable momentum, like a comet about to strike the ground. Along the way, countless threads of fate from the compass were pierced. Those meticulously arranged hidden threads broke silently before the combined assault of heavenly thunder and primal energy.

The Naraka Avatar, directly facing it, saw nothing but blinding lightning, unable even to discern where its opponent was. Even true heavenly thunder would be no more magnificent than this. "I can't block this, absolutely not." Three Waters True Lord's face changed dramatically, and he transformed into flowing water, escaping in all directions. As long as one drop of water escaped, he could reform and fight He Lingchuan again.

Then, the long spear plunged into the ground. There was no rolling dust, no explosive sound; this strike was surprisingly silent. Yet, centered on the point of impact, lightning surged and flashed within a hundred-zhang radius, instantly creating a lightning prison array. The Ultimate Thunder Prison. The dazzling brilliance of those myriad electric lights made even He Lingchuan quickly close his eyes, fearing blindness the next second. Every stream of water, every drop of water that Three Waters True Lord had transformed into, was completely electrolyzed. The other Que Beasts rushing over also met with misfortune; those who entered the range of the Ultimate Thunder Prison were all wiped out in one sweep.

Dozens of faint lights flew, burrowing into General Hong's tomb—only now did He Lingchuan understand that the Great Square Pot's true entrance was indeed still open there; General Hong had merely used a fake bottle earlier to create an illusion for everyone. The Naraka Avatar still wanted to flee? The longbow on his back suddenly hummed. He Lingchuan understood, flipped the bow, notched an arrow, and shot it towards the faint green light. Though the arrow was fast, the green light still dodged it. But the arrow continued flying into the dark night sky ahead. That arc was like a vertical slash on a black canvas. He Lingchuan was still wondering if this counted as a rending technique when the space pierced by the arrow was torn open, revealing a light red background—outside was an endless ocean.

The green light slammed on its brakes, trying to bypass this ruptured space, but unexpectedly, two slender chains suddenly reached out from the void of the night, instantly binding it. The green light struggled desperately but could not overcome the chains' power. With He Lingchuan raising a hand in farewell, amidst the clinking sound of metal, it was forcibly dragged out and fell into the light red ocean. There, a colossal figure was quietly waiting for it. This escaped fish was finally caught. He Lingchuan knew that the Naraka Avatar would not die.

Afterward, the hole in the night sky closed by itself, leaving not a single crack. Outside the Ultimate Thunder Prison, dozens of other Que Beasts, seeing their leader defeated, let out unwilling roars. However, they could barely take two steps before collapsing to the ground, their breaths slowly fading. The King of Que Beasts had been subdued, the tide had turned, and the fate of the other Que Beasts was no longer in doubt. The entire Dragon Coil Secret Realm suddenly fell silent. The wind stopped, the snow melted, leaving the ground covered in bloody water. Remains were everywhere, human and Que Beast bodies lay piled together, forming shapes of defiance on the scarred ground.

With a soft thud, He Lingchuan plunged the long spear into the ground, taking a deep, deep breath of the bloody air. He won! This grand battle finally concluded, with victory belonging to him and the Great Square Pot. His plan had been successfully implemented, though it had twists and turns, and from now on, Naraka would no longer pose a threat to him. All that lay before him was the freedom gained by the victor, and the price paid by the vanquished. In the end, one's own destiny still had to be faced and rewritten by oneself.

(End of Chapter)