Chapter 1591: Puppet Fate Rules

"Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

The youth in green robes within the light laughed madly, dancing and leaping, cheering and jumping, utterly crazed with joy.

There was no Dao Son of the Immortal Sect,

but an entity similar to a Dao Son of the Immortal Sect had appeared.

A heavily injured Heavenly Being of supreme rank!

An unparalleled great opportunity had come right before his eyes, offering itself voluntarily.

"Oh?"

The Puppet String Heavenly Being chuckled lightly.

"Die."

His slender, long fingers tapped lightly, using the Heavenly Dao's net of laws as strings, plucking something that emitted a crisp, pleasant, melodious sound, spreading to the depths of all living beings' souls, making them involuntarily fall into a trance.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

Instantly, across hundreds of thousands of kilometers of sky and earth, the Puppet Fate Heavenly Dao rules unique to the Heavenly Being's will began to operate; countless fate puppet threads, like hundreds of millions of white scarred arrows, along fate, along cause and effect, instantly shot into the green-robed youth's sea of consciousness, tangible yet seemingly intangible.

"Ha—"

Jiang Ding's laughter stopped abruptly.

This cause-and-effect attack was completely different from any attack he had encountered before.

This was not magical intent, nor some magical technique or spiritual energy explosion, nor a physical attack, but the laws of cause, fate, and destiny transformed into threads that instantly pierced through everything, descending into his sea of consciousness.

Jiang Ding's gaze showed a moment of confusion, barely perceptible.

In that instant, he uncontrollably recalled everything from his cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage up to the present: the first wisp of magic power born upon advancing to the Qi Refining Stage, the first trace of divine sense, the first magic power and divine sense upon advancing to the Foundation Establishment Stage, and also the Golden Core Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Soul Transformation Stage...

All magic power and all divine sense born throughout the various cultivation processes.

That hardship, the magic power and divine sense honed drop by drop through cultivation, the cultivation level reached today only after enduring countless difficulties and dangers; every cultivation session should have been his own cultivation, day and night of bitter training.

But now, in that memory, the figure of the person training day and night blurred, transforming into another form—a refined cultivator, perfect in every way, surpassing all reason...

In that instant, Jiang Ding's body and soul stiffened uncontrollably, and the flow of magic power and divine sense became incredibly sluggish.

Even some terrifying things occurred; wisps of magic power and divine sense began to operate spontaneously, as if they had birthed a completely unfamiliar independent consciousness.

This was the Puppet Fate rule unique to the Heavenly Being!

Upon meeting, he had already been controlled.

This was terrifying; seeing a true Heavenly Being for the first time, unlike the life-saving talismans bestowed upon juniors, unlike a clone, truly possessing the terrifying power to annihilate all lower-stage cultivators.

Miscalculation; he was not heavily injured?

A chill ran through Jiang Ding's heart.

A complete, uninjured Heavenly Being; he was no match!

This exceeded the Dao Son's capability limit, spanning two major realms; this was the terrifying height of beginning to touch the realm of Immortality, a realm only the legendary true Immortal Maidens and pure-blooded Dragons and Phoenixes in the boundless universe's starry sky could reach.

Such a height, perhaps only by slaughtering all Dao Sons of the Fallen Immortal Realm could one touch it slightly.

The soul gradually grew heavy.

The limbs and bones gradually slowed.

The eyelids gradually closed.

Cause-and-effect threads inexplicably appeared within the body, about to birth another cold will, to be controlled by another being sitting high above.

Clang!

At this moment, the Materialist Sun Sword Soul burned fiercely.

The terrifying sound of the Sword Soul erupted; waves of destruction and law-breaking spread in all directions; like the sun shattering, the entire sea of consciousness plunged into ultimate light, leaving no room for any demons or monsters, the radiance of the Materialist Sun illuminating everything.

Within this radiance, a Puppet Fate rule net floated in the sea of consciousness, suppressing the spiritual plants within the sea of consciousness.

"My judgment..."

"Was not wrong."

"It was not wrong!"

Jiang Ding's Sword Soul was burning!

His face was fierce; the Sword Soul merged with the Taiqing Flying Sword, becoming a ray of sunlight from the beginning of heaven and earth, possessing endless heat and destruction.

This ray of light fell before the Puppet Fate rule net, burning with the pure fire of the Materialist Sun Sword Soul, slicing down bit by bit from the Puppet Fate rule net, suppressing it with violent brute force; one by one, the Puppet Fate threads snapped, tore, and melted before him.

Until, directly, he severed this Puppet Fate rule thread in half!

Boom!

The rules shattered and annihilated; the Sword Soul broke free from its bonds; countless nuclear fusion phenomena arose within, destroying everything, sweeping away everything; all Puppet Fate rule threads were burned to ash, restoring absolute control over his own Sword Soul and sea of consciousness.

This brilliant destructive power spreading from the Sword Soul instantly spread across his entire physical body, clearing all foreign forces from the meridians, dantian, and flesh and blood, no longer controlled by others like a puppet.

In the sky, beneath layer upon layer of fate rule concealment, the Puppet String Heavenly Being let out a muffled groan; a trace of blood appeared on his face, instantly returning to normal.

From the outside, he showed no change, still calm and indifferent.

"Old thing... is it not laughable?"

"Can this little concealment fool anyone?"

The green-robed youth, having broken free from the Puppet Fate rule, contained terrifying killing intent in his pupils; he spoke word by word: "You dare to block me with an injured body, thus underestimating me so greatly."

"This is good."

"Very good..."

Boom!

The sword was unsheathed!

A single sword slash cleaved forth, and the sun divine ring of heaven and earth swallowed the radiance of several domains, plunging the living beings of several upper-realm domains into utter darkness, as if the end of days had descended.

At the center of the battlefield, six worlds of reincarnation descended—the Sword World of Destroying Metal, the Sword World of Destroying Wood, the Sword World of Destroying Water, the Sword World of Destroying Fire, the Sword World of Destroying Earth, and the omnipresent Sword Dao World—six reincarnation Sword Dao worlds enveloped the Thread-Pulling Celestial.

Countless sword qi imbued with the Rule of Annihilation shrouded him, every strand of sword qi capable of slashing through swathes of fine-tuned rules.

A law cultivator caught within would have their frail body reduced to ash in an instant.

"Petty tricks!"

The Thread-Pulling Celestial gave a cold snort.

He flicked his finger lightly, plucking the net of Heaven's Dao rules, and translucent puppet fate-threads emerged one after another.

This time they were no longer formless and intangible; these fate-threads truly became razor-sharp magic treasure threads, slashing toward the Five-Element-Destroying sword qi in all directions. Where threads and sword qi collided, they pierced through vast swathes of sword qi in an instant, shaking open great expanses of space.

These Rule of Fate threads were simply too powerful in sharpness and quality!

Far surpassing Pure Yang Dao Child's sword qi, this was an overwhelming advantage accumulated from the quality of magic power, the quality of divine sense, and the fine-tuned rules that had undergone multiple qualitative transformations.

In the span of a single breath, under the piercing assault of these puppet Rule of Fate threads, the six reincarnation Sword Dao worlds teetered on the brink of shattering.

"Petty tricks…"

"But how much better are you?"

Jiang Dingleng watched coldly, sneering: "Even if this lord's sword art is a petty trick, it is still far superior to your little juggling act. Clearly holding such an advantage in magic power, divine sense, and rules, yet unable to finish you in a single strike—utterly disgraceful."

"Your art of controlling treasures and needles is simply laughable!"

He said with a touch of contempt.

The art of controlling treasures displayed by the Thread-Pulling Celestial was of course extremely profound and wondrous.

Yet before a Sword Child, it was indeed clumsy beyond words.

Celestials of the Path of Fate and Causality excelled at deduction and scheming, completing their objectives hidden behind the scenes without a stir; they had little expertise in direct, frontal combat.