"Mo Chen, Celestial Destiny and Fortune..."
In the dark depths of the Asura Sea Abyss.
Wu Dao's thoughts churned as the faces of his predecessor's fated 'nemeses'—those bound to him by karma, grudges, and grievances—appeared in his mind.
Three Dantians.
A Companion Celestial Treasure.
The legacy of an ancient titan.
A true name, Celestial Destiny and Fortune.
And then there were other, less significant scraps. His predecessor had truly been born of destiny, a walking super-treasure in human form.
If he hadn't died prematurely,
it's hard to imagine the heights he would have reached. He would have undoubtedly become a protagonist who could look down upon all of eternity.
But alas...
In a grand, heaven-defying scheme like that,
even a supreme Celestial Mandate and fortune couldn't protect him. He was devoured piece by piece by the Overlords of the All Heavens.
Among the many who had feasted upon him,
if one were to rank them by how difficult they were to kill,
