Chapter Thirty-Nine: The End of Fate

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Zhang Tiedan was terrified. He was only eight years old, had never weathered any great storms, and still hadn’t lived enough. Chu Tiange hadn’t expected this rebellious disciple to defy him, sneaking off to join the Azure Profound Secret Realm. But thinking about it, if Zhang Tiedan hadn’t come, he wouldn’t be Zhang Tiedan. Thankfully, Li Erwa hadn’t come. Zhang Tiedan could die—if one dies, another cultivator from the Forget Worries Realm will take his place. But Li Erwa was a pivotal figure in history; nothing could happen to him.

Leading the group was a plump middle-aged man, about forty years old. He clutched a bronze short blade, his face pale, sweat pouring off his brow, utterly exhausted—he looked as if he might faint at any moment. At his side stood two young men around twenty-eight, faces tense with worry.

Behind them were Zhang Tiedan and several others, nine in total, all wearing the robes of the Morning Immortal Sect. Each was wounded, faces ashen, blood at the corners of their mouths. Ten yards ahead lay the corpse of a giant silver wolf. Around it, dozens more silver wolves, massive and thick-furred, their snarling fangs exuding brutality and bloodlust.

Eight of these wolves were second-tier demonic beasts, each as powerful as a cultivator of the Gathering Spirit Realm. Among the disciples, only the three at the front and two beside Zhang Tiedan had reached the Gathering Spirit Realm. The situation was dire—a fight to the death, with many bound to perish.

These eight Moon Devouring Wolves were highly intelligent, unlike the first-tier white wolves who attacked any living thing with mindless frenzy. Instead, their eyes glinted with cunning, as if they planned to torment their prey like a cat toying with mice before feasting.

The Morning Immortal Sect disciples were in grave danger. Chu Tiange watched the plump middle-aged man’s shifting gaze and saw indecision and the desire to abandon these burdensome companions rising in his heart.

“I told you, take the water route! The beasts fear water—don’t you even know that?” Zhang Tiedan was furious. Just because he was young, these people ignored his advice? Now, in peril, his warning had gone unheeded, leaving him both angry and ashamed.

He wished he could slap the middle-aged man, but he was too short and too weak to reach.

“Shut up!” snapped a fierce-looking girl, glaring at the chattering child.

“What are you looking at? My third granduncle is Elder Zhang Fu of the Profound Heaven Peak, and my master is the Peak Lord of Maiden’s Peak! What can you do to me?” Zhang Tiedan retorted coldly.

A sharp slap rang out. The girl hit him directly.

“My mother is the Peak Lord of Wild Swallow Peak! Do you think your status is higher than mine? Believe it or not, I’ll throw you out first! We’ve had enough of your whining—are you still suckling?”

Zhang Tiedan cried out, clutching his face, instantly cowed, a flash of fear in his eyes. He knew better than to cross her—she was stronger than him, so, despite his anger, he forced himself into silence.

“A true man bends and stretches—one day you’ll be the one howling,” he fumed inwardly.

At that moment, the plump man gritted his teeth and said, “Water route… the water route… We’ll take the water route.”

His two companions grew tense, exchanged a look, and turned their gaze toward the distant lake. The lake reflected the dying sun, its ripples calm and beautiful. But if even the Moon Devouring Wolves feared the water, could it possibly be free of danger?

“See? Listening to me is the right choice,” Zhang Tiedan’s displeasure melted away.

Meanwhile, the eight Moon Devouring Wolves noticed the disciples’ intent, their eyes flashing cunningly as they began to encircle the group.

The plump man grew anxious and hurried the group toward the lakeshore, pushing themselves to the limit despite their wounds.

The wolves chased relentlessly, a black whirlwind of menace sweeping closer. The lake drew nearer; the disciples could almost feel its coolness. Suddenly, a cold wolf shadow appeared before them, blocking their path.

“Looks like we’ll have to fight our way out, retreating as we battle,” the plump man in green said grimly, gripping his bronze blade.

The other disciples steeled themselves, ready for a desperate fight. They knew only through battle could they reach the lakeshore and hope for survival.

But how many would die? Three comrades had already fallen.

A second-tier Moon Devouring Wolf darted ahead, eyes gleaming, heading straight for the lake, as if to show they weren’t afraid of water, to instill fear into the humans.

They meant to toy with them, break their spirits, bring them to despair.

Boom!

The wolf plunged into the lake. Instantly, the surface trembled, water churning and waves rising.

A chilling howl sounded beneath the waves.

Everyone’s face changed as the lake suddenly surged with a towering wave. A massive black fish tail whipped overhead, striking with terrifying force and smashing the wolf into pulp, killing it instantly.

An overwhelming pressure enveloped the group, freezing both humans and wolves.

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A gigantic black creature rose from beneath the water, slowly surfacing. It stood six meters tall, as massive as a hill, with sharp fangs, eyes glowing bloodthirsty green, its body covered in mud. It opened its cavernous maw and swallowed the second-tier wolf whole.

“…”

“…”

At that moment, all the disciples and wolves stood frozen in terror. A second-tier Moon Devouring Wolf had been killed just like that.

“Holy hell,” Zhang Tiedan’s eyes widened.

The water route was blocked—an even more terrifying beast lay in wait. If they tried crossing, they’d barely fill its jaws.

“That’s… the Black-Scaled Bonefish!” the plump man stammered.

The Black-Scaled Bonefish—a legendary beast, enormous, savage, bloodthirsty, known as the king of the lake.

A shadow of death loomed over the plump man. There was only one option left: fight the wolves, carve a bloody path.

The Black-Scaled Bonefish opened its mouth, revealing razor-sharp teeth, roaring thunderously. Under its massive bulk, the disciples looked insignificant as ants.

“Roar!”

The wolves, enraged by the loss of their comrade, turned their fury on the cultivators. Their eyes gleamed with murderous intent, as if they might tear the humans to pieces.

“Are there any other Morning Immortal Sect disciples nearby? If a senior at the Divine Pill Realm came, we’d be saved,” the plump man asked urgently.

“No. It’s already remarkable that a dozen of us were transmitted here together,” a nearby youth shook his head.

The plump man gripped his bronze blade tightly, declaring, “Then we fight. We can’t falter! Only by fighting can we survive!”

The disciples bit their lips, bracing themselves for a life-and-death struggle. However terrified, they could only grit their teeth and fight.

The battle was about to erupt.

The Moon Devouring Wolves charged, their momentum fierce. Huge claws swung, gleaming teeth flashed coldly, while the Black-Scaled Bonefish opened its jaws wide, a savage aura sweeping over them, trying to drag them into the lake.

The disciples resisted fiercely, forming a solid defensive line. They deployed formations to block the suction, swords flashed, spells erupted, flames blazed as they fought the wolves to the death.

Despite his bulk, the plump man displayed remarkable fighting prowess, using his tenacity and experience to fend off three second-tier wolves.

The two young disciples were nimble, dodging attacks and counterstriking, catching the wolves off guard.

Amid the fight, blood and flesh flew, screams echoed, and injuries mounted.

Yet the disciples did not retreat, pouring all their strength into defending their path to survival.

In a moment of crisis, the plump man suddenly shouted, “Retreat! Quick, retreat!”

The group scrambled toward the lakeshore. Ahead of them, a massive water column shot up, smashing a first-tier wolf—its head bursting open.

The disciples struggled to their feet, battered and terrified.

The lake churned violently as the Black-Scaled Bonefish leapt onto the shore. Though called a fish, it resembled a lizard with four limbs, twisting like a divine dragon, its tail sweeping toward the crowd.

Zhang Tiedan had just gotten up when he was struck by the powerful blow, flung high into the air as he spat blood.

Momentum sent him plunging straight into the lake.

Underwater, hidden currents flowed, hinting at more Black-Scaled Bonefish lurking below.

Zhang Tiedan was instantly alarmed.

Unlike ordinary children, his body was muscular and tough—surely a delicacy for the monsters.

“Granduncle! Master! Save me!” Zhang Tiedan wailed, tears streaming.

“I have earth bones—I’m a genius! I can’t die here!” In his panic, he pulled out a violet-gold hammer.

But soon he put it away.

It was a family heirloom, but not from the Zhang clan—his branch had painstakingly acquired it. The top-grade sword gifted to his shameless master was from his granduncle.

Zhang Tiedan resolved not to lose this treasure here.

“Senior brothers and sisters, if any of you survive, please return this treasure to my granduncle! The Zhang family will reward you handsomely!” he shouted.

He threw the violet-gold hammer with all his strength toward the shore, sending it streaking through the air.

No one paid him any heed; each was fighting for their own life, who cared about a child’s fate?

The lake churned, blood scent and death hanging thick in the air.

Zhang Tiedan cursed, full of regret.

Why hadn’t he listened to his master? Why had he come to the Azure Profound Secret Realm?

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Now, he was fish food.

“Alas, my life is at an end!”

Suddenly, a beam of light exploded in the sky!

Boom—

Thunder roared as a white bolt of lightning struck the lake, sending waves surging.

“Roar!” The Black-Scaled Bonefish bellowed from below, stirring up massive waves as the thunder tore its flesh, blood spreading.

Splash!

A corpse floated up—it was a Black-Scaled Bonefish, though smaller than the one on the shore.

“What happened?” Zhang Tiedan, saved by luck, was stunned.

Was he the chosen one? The protagonist of the age, destined for unmatched fortune on the path to immortality? His eyes shone with excitement as he flipped onto the shore, skimming across the water.

“Whew, that was close. Luckily, I have the luck of the blessed.”

Meanwhile, the other disciples were stunned by the sudden turn.

The thunder wasn’t over.

Thunderclouds gathered overhead, lightning writhing.

Boom!

Another bolt struck a Moon Devouring Wolf. The wolf howled in agony, struggled, whimpered, then fell dead.

“This…” The disciples were dumbfounded.

“Everyone, be careful!” The plump man’s face changed again.

It was as if heaven itself had descended—anyone struck would die!

Another shriek sounded as yet another wolf perished in the lightning.

Then, a thick arc of lightning fell from the clouds, tearing the sky, illuminating the heavens like the coming of doomsday.

All the beasts screamed in terror, not daring to look up.

It felt like their apocalypse.

The lightning did not cease.

Bolt after bolt lanced across the sky, slaughtering the wolves. Some were struck dead, some pierced through, some had their souls scattered, others exploded entirely.

The disciples were stunned—the thunder’s power was ferocious, and it seemed to have eyes, striking only the beasts and never them. Even when someone nearly stumbled into a bolt, it slithered aside like a snake.

Heaven itself had opened its eyes.

In mere moments, the wolf pack of over fifty was reduced to barely a dozen, only three second-tier wolves remained, all grievously wounded—one with half its head blown off.

They were terrified and fled.

The Black-Scaled Bonefish was now a bloody, nearly scaleless wreck.

At that moment, the violet-gold hammer, transformed into a streak of light, was caught by someone.

The surviving disciples breathed a sigh of relief—the beasts had been driven back by thunder, the Black-Scaled Bonefish left half-alive.

It wasn’t a third-tier beast, but a peak second-tier, relying on its terrain to kill the wolf.

There were five Gathering Spirit Realm cultivators here; together, they could surely slay the fish.

Suddenly, the plump man’s face changed dramatically. Not only him—every disciple broke out in cold sweat.

They saw who had caught the violet-gold hammer.

It was Chu Tiange, the infamous Peak Lord of Maiden’s Peak, notorious for living off women, seducing Zhao Yiren’s soul, bedding Lu Shiqi, and driving the Sect Master mad with desire. Even Xie Miaomiao, Peak Lord of Immortal Altar Peak, was falling for him.

“No, please!”

“Run, quickly!”

Chu Tiange was extremely important.

Xie Miaomiao had declared that if anything happened to Chu Tiange, everyone would be punished.

The wolves were fleeing right toward Chu Tiange.

Their hearts bled, and they closed their eyes, as if witnessing Chu Tiange’s doom.