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Chapter 2061 - 2062: Messenger of Fate.

Chapter 2061: Chapter 2062: Messenger of Fate.

Wang Mang looked at the Fate Divine Envoy with a mocking expression, as the Devouring Dao Rhymes around him slowly surged.

At this moment, the expression of the Fate Divine Envoy gradually became numb.

During their conversation, he had deduced countless times, but it was still a deadlock.

He gave a dejected smile, somewhat helplessly saying:

"It seems, such is my fate."

"Hehe..."

The power of fate in the Fate Realm Sea began to boil, converging entirely towards the Fate Divine Envoy.

Hmm?

Wang Mang sneered with disdain, and a profound pulling force suddenly spread from within him.

Like the pull of an abyss, it began madly absorbing the dense power of fate around.

Effectively blocking the Fate Divine Envoy who wanted to gather the power of fate, Wang Mang calmly said:

"Hehe, your home ground serves as a nice energy supplement for me."

As the convergence of the power of fate failed, the Fate Divine Envoy suddenly revealed a smile.

Wang Mang frowned, somewhat puzzled, just as he was about to speak again, the Fate Divine Envoy suddenly said:

"So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is."

"Your ability completely restrains the energy-abundant characteristic of the Realm Sea."

"Any Divine Envoy who tries to rely on the Realm Sea to defeat you will inevitably become your subordinate."

Wang Mang snorted coldly, fully activating the Chaos Hungry Ghost.

"The moment you attempt to act against me, you choose a path leading to your demise."

"What goes around, comes around."

With that said, the phantom of the Hungry Ghost and whirlpools conspicuously permeated around Wang Mang.

The intensely dense power of fate continuously entered the whirlpools.

The advancement level of the Chaos Hungry Ghost slowly began to move.

The Messenger of Fate, already despondent, felt the pulling force acting on his body, and his face immediately darkened.

Such is the battle of pseudo-eighth-tier, the body and the energy within.

It had completely done away with things like Divine Power.

Fulfilling the saying that the Great Dao is simplest.

When a casual strike of yours could shatter a planet, what need is there for Divine Power?

The power of the Fate Divine Envoy was even far beyond that.

But facing Wang Mang, who could devour energy and whose powerful physique was nearly indestructible,

Even as a Supreme God’s envoy, he was at a loss, only able to wait for death.

The terrifying pulling force, like a bottomless pit, constantly tore at his body.

The moment even a bit of the power of fate overflowed, it was instantly absorbed.

Even the entire power of the Realm Sea was insufficient to fill that whirlpool.

The Fate Divine Envoy frowned, suddenly becoming infinitely curious about that whirlpool.

A manifestation of some Divine Power? Or perhaps the reality of the place.

Is the whirlpool merely a medium between the two?

At the next moment, he suddenly flew towards a whirlpool right beside Wang Mang.

His sudden movements also made Wang Mang pause.

Just as the Fate Divine Envoy was about to enter the whirlpool, his body suddenly erupted with the power of fate, momentarily neutralizing the pulling force.

Now extremely close to the whirlpool, the eyes of the Fate Divine Envoy suddenly shone brightly as he peered into it.

In an instant, his expression drastically changed, from shock to fear and then to indifference, continuously shifting in that short span of time.

Just then, Wang Mang suddenly appeared behind him.

"What are you looking at?"

Following the other’s gaze, Wang Mang narrowed his eyes, the whirlpool was murky and unclear.

The Fate Divine Envoy casually shrugged, very calmly saying:

"Nothing."

His tone shifted, and he spoke with a surprised voice:

"But I didn’t expect that your whirlpool is connected to actually this place."

"That’s right, a freak capable of contending with a Divine Envoy, how could there possibly be no other presences behind."

"Should have thought of it sooner."

Wang Mang’s eyes flickered, cancelling the pulling force at work in the vicinity.

"Oh? Go into detail, maybe I might just spare you."

The Fate Divine Envoy shook his head slightly, smiling lightly:

"My fate is inevitably going to end today."

"Can’t survive, huh."

Having accepted his destiny, he now felt quite enlightened.

Hearing this, Wang Mang was not annoyed and slowly spoke:

"Fate can’t be changed?"

The Fate Divine Envoy, with an emotionless face, replied in an even tone:

"What can be changed is not fate."

"At most, one can only try to invoke fate’s pity to be bestowed with some care."

After hearing this, Wang Mang pondered for a moment, then teased:

"It seems you haven’t tried hard enough, otherwise He wouldn’t be standing by idly."

At these words, the Fate Divine Envoy could not help but laugh.

He said meaningfully:

"Maybe I indeed have not tried hard enough, but that doesn’t necessarily mean He won’t make a move."

While saying this, he suddenly exerted force, plunging towards the vortex.

Wang Mang’s pupils contracted, and he immediately cancelled the vortex.

Similarly, the Fate Divine Envoy missed his target.

At that moment, Wang Mang suddenly noticed an incredibly brilliant light surrounding the Fate Divine Envoy.

The dazzling light made it impossible for Wang Mang to look directly.

A vast and boundless aura emanated from his body.

The obscure and profound power of fate had become different from before.

Wang Mang raised his hand to block most of the light and frowned:

"Who are you?"

At this point, this aura had completely surpassed the previous Fate Divine Envoy.

Suddenly, an ethereal and misty voice came:

"You can call me the Messenger of Fate."

At these words, Wang Mang was instantly startled and quickly distanced himself.

"There’s no need for these futile gestures; I mean you no harm."

The ethereal voice rang out again.

Now, the Fate Divine Envoy had transformed into a humanoid figure made of fate material, appearing entirely as a small azure light-being.

Looking so eternal and mysterious.

The azure light of fate illuminated the entire Fate Realm Sea, where light and shadow interwove creating a divine afterglow.

Just one glance was enough to make it an unforgettable sight.

The entire realm exuded immeasurable breath.

"An eighth-tier Fate Controller?"

Wang Mang watched the other attentively, thinking about how to escape.

"I have kept my belonging in your body for a long time, now it should be returned."

As soon as he said this, Wang Mang didn’t hesitate and started to run.

Although he had roughly guessed what He was referring to.

But Wang Mang indicated, in his case, there is only intake, no exit.

The other did not chase, which made Wang Mang slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, he discovered that no matter how fast he traveled, he could not leave the Fate Realm Sea.

The surroundings always looked the same, yet he was indeed moving.

"Return it to me, your fate is not enough to possess it."

"Keeping it will harm you sooner or later."

The ethereal voice came from all directions.

Realizing he couldn’t escape, Wang Mang immediately released the Devouring Dao Rhyme to envelop himself.

At the same time, he maximized the release of the Chaos Hungry Ghost.

Profound pulling forces appeared to continuously tug at the azure power of fate.

Strangely, this time, the power of fate was not affected at all.

It always remained motionless.

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