"Familiar …" Wang Baole stopped in his tracks. He didn't immediately look around at the world below him. No matter what it looked like, Wang Baole didn't care anymore.
He already understood that the Underworld Emperor's Tomb was a trial by fire, a choice, and a legacy. From the beginning to the end, it was just a way for the newcomers to complete the mission of the Underworld Sect.
Wang Baole had walked this path in the Underworld Dream all those years ago, but this was the first time he was walking it in the real world. However, he was willing, because as he walked down this path, he seemed to be able to recall everything that had happened in the Underworld Dream, and the beautiful memories of that time.
In silence, Wang Baole felt a sense of familiarity coming from the depths of the tomb. The word 'kindness' echoed in his mind, and gradually, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
"Familiar …" Wang Baole murmured. Although he knew the answer in his heart, he didn't dare to believe that it was true. His heart, which had been calm when he had encountered the Corpse Face and the Soul Guiding Guide, was now filled with ripples of familiarity and familiarity.
The ripples of familiarity and familiarity covered his memories, bringing him back to the past, to that great dream. That dream … could be said to have changed Wang Baole's life to a certain extent.
Therefore, after he stopped walking, Wang Baole lowered his head. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the ground of this world, and he looked into the depths of the tomb. Through the stone stele, he knew that there was a coffin there. However, when he looked at it now, although he couldn't see through it due to his level of cultivation, an image had already appeared in his mind.
In the image, in the depths of the tomb, there was a figure from his memories. At that moment, the figure was looking at him with a loving, long-lost smile.
As he looked at the figure, Wang Baole's heart rose and fell. All sorts of thoughts appeared in his mind, and for some reason, his eyes reddened. This Master, whom he had never truly met, had a great influence on him. His gentleness toward him was very real.
The Underworld Dream had taken a Master, and was bound to him for a lifetime.
In the end, these emotions gathered in his body, causing Wang Baole to lower his head and drop to his knees. He kowtowed to the figure that appeared in his mind.
"Okay."
Vaguely, the familiar voice reverberated in Wang Baole's mind. It took a long time before it dissipated. Wang Baole took a deep breath. When he stood up, his eyes were filled with determination, and a wave of energy surged from his body.
He did not care about his disappointment after his senior brother was affected by the Heavenly Dao.
He no longer cared about the Underworld Sect's rejection of him and his own sigh.
He no longer cared that the path he would eventually take would actually be at odds with the Underworld Sect. Deep in his heart, he didn't want to think about the possibility that he would have to fight his senior brother one day in the future. But at that moment, the worry that he would have to fight his senior brother vanished.
Right now, the only thing he wanted to do was to take care of the souls with the Corpse Faces. He wanted to determine their fates, control their karma, and send them into reincarnation.
Because … his master was watching.
It was just like how his master checked his homework in the dark dream.
With these thoughts in mind, Wang Baole's gaze swept across the land of this level. It was different from the previous levels. The sky above this level was actually a gigantic Feng Shui compass!
The Feng Shui compass was enormous, and its surface was densely covered with innumerable runic symbols. Each runic symbol represented a different fate. From the inside to the outside, there were more than ten thousand rings. It was as if each ring was bigger than the last, and they were all connected together to form the compass.
Moreover, each layer of the rings could rotate. Because of that, a large number of Paths of Fate could be formed. Even if the Paths of Fate were the same, due to the passage of time, the changes that would appear would be different.
Because in the span of a single breath, the innumerable number of runic symbols on the Feng Shui compass would change. Furthermore, there would be no repetition. Because of that … it formed a Feng Shui compass that could encompass all living beings.
The test of this level was to determine their fates.
In order to determine the fates of the seven nations of the Soul World and the Endless Souls, Wang Baole needed to follow the mysterious guidance of the underworld. He needed to replace the Dao of the Heavens and bestow their fates.
He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. If he did, it would affect the lives of the souls. To him, that might not be a big deal, but to the souls, it would affect their entire lives.
Similarly, if there were any mistakes, it would affect the rotation of the compass. If there were too many mistakes, the rotation would stagnate, and the Dao of the Heavens would be affected.
This was something Wang Baole had heard his master repeatedly exhorting him to do in the dark dream. Unfortunately, he hadn't personally participated in this part of the test. He had only seen his master manifest it, and his Elder Brother use it.
"I can't be selfish. I can't be selfish." Wang Baole muttered under his breath as he looked down at the land beneath the Feng Shui compass. The land here was not covered in fog, but rather, a black sea.
Occasionally, purple lightning would streak across the surface of the sea, making it look incredibly imposing. It was a shocking sight. At the same time, pillars could be seen rising up from the surface of the sea. They seemed to be connected to the bottom of the sea, and the parts that extended out of the water were tens of thousands of feet long. These pillars … were the Platforms of Fate.
The disciples of the Underworld Sect had to sit on these platforms to gain enlightenment of the Dao of the Heavens and determine the fates of the souls.
As his gaze swept over the pillars, Wang Baole's eyes shone with determination. His body flickered, and he began to lead the Endless Souls of the seven nations, who no longer had any aura of death, toward one of the pillars on the surface of the sea.
It seemed slow, but in truth, it only took him three steps to reach the top of one of the pillars. He looked down at the sea and bowed once again.
"Master, please examine me!"
With that, Wang Baole lifted his robe and sat down cross-legged. His eyes were calm as he looked up at the Feng Shui compass in the Heavens. The Underworld Flame inside of him exploded out, and the Underworld Child Seal on his forehead shone brightly. It was as if it were responding to the Feng Shui compass, or as if it were using its own body as the key to activate it.
The Feng Shui compass in the sky responded instantly. Rumbling sounds could be heard as the ten thousand rings of the Feng Shui compass began to move. They moved at different frequencies, some faster, some slower. As they rotated, the aura of Fate spread out, affecting the entire world.
Strands of souls flew out from the Endless Sea of Souls that surrounded Wang Baole as he sat there cross-legged. They floated in front of him, and because he had focused all of his attention on drawing them, he understood them very well. He lifted his right hand and made a grasping motion toward the Feng Shui compass, casually extracting the aura of Fate that the Dao of the Heavens intended to bestow upon the souls.
The aura of Fate had a color. It was gray.
Wang Baole continued to grab the gray aura. After careful examination, he confirmed that there were no problems with the aura of Fate, and that it conformed to his Dao heart. It also conformed to the nature of the souls. Most importantly, there were no loopholes in the aura of Fate, nor were there any signs of it being interfered with. Only then did he fuse it into the souls.
The most critical step … had occurred.
As the first aura of Fate fused into the first soul, Wang Baole's body trembled, and his vision blurred. In the space of a single breath, he felt as if he had become the soul, and had experienced the life of the soul after it was reborn.
He had experienced the seven emotions, the six desires, walked through joy and anger, and understood sorrow and joy. This was the most difficult part of the process of Fate Determination.
You had to experience it personally. You had to fill in the gaps, but at the same time, it was easy to be influenced. If you were affected by the fluctuations of your emotions, you would be considered incompetent.
As time passed, more souls would be affected, and the chances of being influenced would increase. Eventually, you wouldn't be able to withstand it, and would go mad.
This was the fate of the Underworld Sect.
When they were given a mission by the Heavenly Dao, it was inevitable that they would lose some of their nature. This was because in this process, what the disciples of the Underworld Sect were truly searching for, or rather, the root of their mission … was to find the Immortals.
If they couldn't find them, they would be sealed forever. If they found them … they would be sealed forever, until Allheaven arrived.
Not all disciples of the Underworld Sect knew about this. More accurately, most of them didn't know. However, Wang Baole understood. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to have his homework checked by his teacher.
But soon, a look of confusion appeared in Wang Baole's eyes.
He realized that after experiencing the life of the soul whose fate he had determined, he would always feel some regret and confusion.
"It's like a puppet …"
"Why is it like this …? Is it because everything has been determined? Is it because life is arranged …?" Gradually, Wang Baole frowned. He sank into a strange state of contemplation.
At the same time, complicated looks appeared in the eyes of those above him.
At the same time, expectant looks appeared in the eyes of those below him.
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