Chapter 1001: Subduing the Wretch God Apostle

“Your body is sealed outside, Wretch God Apostle, while your will is trapped in the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart. There’s no way you can ever escape from this place. What do you think? If you want to avoid being completely wiped out of existence, acknowledge allegiance and become a psychic slave.”

Yang Qi’s will had taken the form of a golden imp, surrounded by the River of Civilization and intense fluctuations of psychic power.

Right now, his psychic scale was at least two, yet he still wasn’t in the Terrifying level. His fleshly body was still too strong, and the constraints on his sea of consciousness meant that he couldn’t actually break through.

With a psychic scale like this, he could easily control the power of twenty-four tribulations without any problems. There was no doubt about it: Yang Qi’s strength was virtually beyond description. And if he could fully subdue the Wretch God Apostle, it would definitely be possible to establish a major force in the immortal worlds. Right now, the universal fortune of the immortal worlds was too intense, so he would need an organization like that to gain full enlightenment of the Great Necropolis.

“Who... who are you? I can’t believe you have so many magical treasures. The Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart? The God Legion Seal? King Heaven-Devourer’s talismans...?” By this point, the Wretch God Apostle knew that it wouldn’t be easy, or even possible, to extract his will from the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart.

However, he wasn’t ready to just give in. Suddenly, his cold craftiness came into play as he realized that if he could somehow get his body into the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart and combine it with his will, he might be able to extract himself from the current dangerous predicament.

“Alright, I’m willing to acknowledge allegiance. Just don’t kill me!”

“I'm the top expert there is in this age,” Yang Qi said, “and that's why I have all of the most powerful items. You’d best not try to pull another fast one on me, not that I trust you in any way. You’re really at a dead end here. Once we unleash our psychic enslavement power, you’ll be crushed and turned into a puppet under my control.”

Suddenly, the sectlord burst out into thunderous laughter. “Well played, Yang Qi. I really underestimated you, boy. As it turns out, you're an extremely important person in the Immortal Dao Age. The holder of the God Legion Seal from the Future Age is Proud Heaven. As for whoever has the seal in the Primeval Age, their identity is a mystery. And everyone assumed that the God Legion Seal just hadn’t appeared in the Immortal Dao Age yet. But as it turns out, you have it. And what's even more fear-inspiring, you have King Immortal-Slayer’s successor on your side. What an incredible combination.”

“The truth is that I'm actually a clone of Yang Qi,” said his clone. “We’ve just split into two separate entities.”

The sectlord and both peaklords gasped from shock.

“And I'm a Fateless One,” Yang Qi continued. “I also have the constitutions of a Fortuned One and an Eternal One. What do you think? I’d say I more than qualify to be the junior sectlord of the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect.”

“Yes, you’re definitely more than qualified.” The sectlord laughed heartily. “Now I really am convinced that you don't work for anyone else. If you agree to be our junior sectlord, it would be a wonderful day for the sect. Once we return, I’ll make the announcement right away. And once you break through to the Terrifying level, you can take over as sectlord and we old fogeys can go into seclusion to work on our cultivation.”

Peaklord Memory laughed and said, “Congratulations, Sectlord. With a new junior sectlord like this, we have days of glory coming.” Peaklord Celestial also expressed similar sentiments.

After joining in their laughter, Yang Qi said, “Our top priority now is to subdue the Wretch God Apostle and force him into servitude. Afterward, I can transmit the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body to him. Given his psychic power, he should be able to cultivate it to the level of fifty tribulations without any problems cropping up. Then, I’ll unleash him on the Executors of the Ancient Road. In the resulting chaos, I’ll raid their treasure storehouse, and bring you along with me if you wish.”

“Excellent plan,” the sectlord said, nodding.

The executors had been filling their treasure storehouse for hundreds of millions of years, to the point where the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect couldn’t compare to them at all. Even a fraction of the treasures therein would help the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect to achieve unheard-of power.

Obviously, clearing out that storehouse would be an incredible windfall. And with the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart, it would likely be possible to do it without anyone being the wiser.

All of the experts present were fully convinced that having Yang Qi as their junior sectlord would be a blessing to the sect.

For Yang Qi, it meant the possibility of having his own followers finally emerge from the virtual god world and become disciples in one of the top sects in existence. Then, when it came time, he could definitely conquer the millions upon millions of immortal worlds in existence.

“So you want to make me a psychic slave,” the Wretch God Apostle said, shivering. He was currently an incarnation of will, and looked like a wretch-god of immense power. Unfortunately, compared to the God Legion Seal and the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart, he was pitifully weak.

‘I can’t let them do this!’ he thought. Whining and sniveling, he said, “Little Junior Brother, I was wrong. I can repent of my ways. I hereby swear an oath to serve you. Just don’t enslave me! Please!?”

“You think we’ll trust any oath of yours?” the immortal-slaying clone chuckled. “Besides, I’ve attained Terrifying will and am in complete control of the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart. Even if you try to self-detonate, I can force you back into shape. Perhaps if you were a god you could escape from here, but sadly, you’re not....”

“Come, everyone,” Yang Qi said. “Let’s work together. Eternal Heavenly Aria!” He began to sing, blessing his allies and sending halos of damnification to cover the Wretch God Apostle.

“This...” the sectlord murmured, his eyes glittering. Suddenly filled with thoughts of how the Eternal Heavenly Aria would be useful in large-scale battles, he firmly decided that he would support Yang Qi, no matter the cost. Obviously, anyone who tried plotting against him would have to deal with the fact that he could go anywhere with the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart. And that wasn’t to mention the countless ways he had to defend himself, or the fact that he was full of craft and cunning.

Yang Qi activated his personal psychic scaling systems and unleashed the psychic enslavement function, backed by the power of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

“You’re courting death!” the Wretch God Apostle shouted, immediately trying to fight back.

At this point, the immortal-slaying clone activated the real psychic scaling systems, backed by the Engine of the One God and the power of the godhood stars. Now that he was in the Terrifying level, the results were astounding.

And that wasn’t to mention that they had the sectlord and two peaklords to help.

Massive psychic fluctuations rolled toward the will of the Wretch God Apostle, wrapping him up until he was surrounded by something that looked like a crystal ball.


The Wretch God Apostle unleashed another attack.

Sadly, it did absolutely no good.

The psychic enslavement abilities were incredibly powerful, and had been designed to work on gods. And considering everything that was powering them now, all the defenses the Wretch God Apostle could throw up were quickly destroyed.

“No! Don't do this to me! Don’t enslave me. I curse you all! I curse you to die horrible deaths! I'm the Wretch God Apostle! I was blessed by the mighty will of the Wretch God himself! I was to reestablish his kingdom of wretched evil and resurrect him! Kingdom of Wretched Evil!” Suddenly, a domain of wretched evil sprang up around him as he tried to protect himself.

“Strike the final blow!” Yang Qi said, and everyone attacked in full force, burning their quintessence-blood and unleashing all the power they could muster.


The Wretch God Apostle's will finally collapsed, and his kingdom crumbled. Without hesitation, the clone began the enslavement process.

“Become a believer,” the clone shouted, and psychic fluctuations roared forth, transforming the Wretch God Apostles will, making it loyal and subservient.

A year passed. Two years. Ten years. Twenty years.... A hundred years. That was how long it took before the Wretch God Apostle finally opened his eyes and dropped to his knees. “Oh mighty master, I, Wretch Centipede, hereby kowtow to you. Sir, you are my only master, and I will hereby sacrifice all of my service and loyalty to you.”

Crack. Crunch.

As it turned out, the Wretch God Apostle’s name was actually Wretch Centipede. And the faith he was now providing was so incredible that, if the immortal-slaying clone hadn’t reached the Terrifying level, he might even have been killed by the influx.

Instead, he was growing vastly stronger.

“Very well,” Yang Qi said coldly. “Return the Wretch God Apostle’s will to his body. I’ll improve his cultivation base with the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth and help him push his tribulation energy to the level of fifty tribulations. At that point, we can finally rain chaos onto the Executors of the Ancient Road, then break into their storehouse. You know, there are a lot of other experts in that prison of theirs. If they all revolted at the same time, I wonder what would happen.”

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