Wang Wei felt the strength flowing through his veins and a confident smile appeared on his face; now that he had succeeded in entering the Primordial Spirit Realm and created a unique one at that, his strength had drastically increased.
And with this strength, Wang Wei no longer had any worry regarding Di Tian. So what if he was an old monster that once lived in the Emperor Beginning Era?
This is a new time, a new era; being old only meant that he had more experience than him–not necessarily that he was stronger.
After coming to this conclusion, Wang Wei smiled as he exited his seclusion. He immediately organized a banquet for Li Jun and the others. Even more, he called for the entire world to celebrate his new increase in power.
So, a new festival of the Fate God was created on that day: The Might Festival which celebrated his unparalleled and unmatched strength.
After the banquet, Li Jun was walking towards his quarters with a frown on his face.
"Is something wrong?" asked Yan Liling.
"I feel like something is wrong about big brother; his whole demeanor seems off than usual."
"Indeed he was a little off, however, it is understandable He was under a lot of pressure because of the previous failure of breakthrough, but now that he succeeded, it is normal for him to relax a little."
"Maybe."
The next day after waking up, Wang Wei decided to travel throughout all the 36 Realms and truly enjoy all the wonders of this world. Previously, his head was too occupied with his breakthrough.
So, he did so. Everywhere he went, he would see peaceful towns, cities, and kingdoms made of his believers. Because all the people were of the same religion, they rarely had conflicts with one another.
And even if they did, the church will intervene before things escalated to violence. During his voyage, everywhere he went, when he appeared, all mortals would recognize his face and immediately bow to him while praising his name constantly.
At first, he was not used to it. But by the second time, he enjoyed it tremendously. Watching so many people kneel at his feet, he felt great joy when he saw their faces happy just to be in his presence.
The power that came with the fact that he had complete control over the life of these mortals, and they would be powerless to stop him if he decided to massacre all of them.
With this knowledge, he became more extravagant in his voyage. Everywhere he went, he traveled in a flying golden carriage that showed his identity.
He bathed in the glory of being a God.
In one of his visits to the main temple in the Illusion Realm, Wang Wei was received by a beautiful woman; in terms of beauty alone, she was on par with Xi Shi if not even more beautiful.
Unlike the latter who embodies perfection in every conceivable way, this woman was the embodiment of gentle and pureness. Dressed in a white robe, this woman seemed like a goddess that was accidentally left in the mortal realm.
What was even more fascinating about her was the fact that she was only a mortal, yet she was so beautiful beyond mere words could describe. After asking Li Jun who was grumpy throughout the entire tour, he knew that she was the Saintess of this temple.
As Li Jun looked at the department Wang Wei, his frown deepened; he knew that something was terribly wrong. That night, he was unable to sleep as he felt something was going to happen.
Unable to control this feeling, he secretly left his quarters to check things out. When passing by the Saintess Room, he saw the light was still on. Li Jun knew that the rules to become a Saintess of the church were very strict, and by this hour, she should be asleep.
He sneaked into the room and he was shocked by what he saw.
The Saintess was crying as she slowly put her sleeping robe on. Blood could be seen on the sheet she was laying on. She tried to get up but her legs–who had a few bruises–trembled and she did not succeed.
After a few tries, she managed to barely get up and change the sheet on the bed, turn off the light and get inside the bed. During the entire process, her low crying never stopped, nor did her tears.
Li Jun's face became ugly as he rushed towards Wang Wei's resting place. He barged in before screaming, "Why? Why did you do this?"
Luckily, he was still conscious enough to erect a soundproofing barrier with his origin essence. Otherwise, the entire church would have been alarmed by his voice.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"Now that you've done it you refused to acknowledge it? I never knew that you were a coward."
Wang Wei–who was reading a book nonchalantly–finally raised his head and looked at him with cold and indifferent eyes.
"So, what if I did? As a Saintess, she is a servant to her God; it is her honor to offer her body to me."
Veins started popping in Li Jun's head as he clenches his fist. The space around his hand twisted slightly before returning to normal.
"What about Wu Hong?" he asked. "What about all the things you said about having only one partner that would support each other till the end of the Dao and beyond? Were those all empty words?"
"This has nothing to do with anything; it was purely physical," replied Wang Wei indifferently.
"Nonsense. As a cultivator, you should understand the consequences of breaking your own beliefs and how it will affect you."
"I did not break anything; I'm perfectly fine."
Li Jun looked at him for a moment before taking a deep breath to calm down.
"Fine, I won't talk to you about the ethical dilemma of your actions. But what about Wu Hong? Don't you feel bad about betraying her? How do you think she will react once she finds out?
As soon as he said these words, Li Jun felt a flash across his eyes before feeling a terrifying hand holding him by the throat, squeezing and suppressing his strength.
He looked down to see his big brother's eyes that were full of killing intent; Li Jun did not see any struggle or hesitation in these eyes.
"Only the two of us know about what happened tonight," said Wang Wei coldly, "And it better stays that way for your sake."
After saying that, he three Li Jun out of the room and wave his hand, a wing appeared to close the door and get back to his reading. Meanwhile, Li Jun landed outside with his breath slightly elevated.
"Something has definitely gone wrong," he muttered. "His personality change was too sudden and does not make sense? Is that the sequela of Incense? However, why did nothing happen to me and the others after our breakthrough?"
After that night's event, Li Jun did not tell anyone what occurred–even to his wife, Liling. He decided to observe for a while. And as he expected things, got worse with each passing day.
Whenever Wang Wei went, he would do the same to any Saintess he saw in the temples. And when there were none, he would target the beautiful woman amongst his normal followers.
What's worse was that he would kill these women's spouses if they had any after he was done with them, saying that no mortal should touch his woman. Knowing that the situation was rapidly deteriorating, Li Jun wanted to notify the sect but still did not do so as he wanted to talk his friend out of this predicament; he wanted to reach him and talk some sense into him.
Unfortunately, his words were proven to be useless. Then, something happened that made Li Jun lose hope.
After checking in one of the women, trying to give her some remuneration and appease her, he only found her body lying on the floor, blood splurging from her throat and a dagger in her left hand.
He knew that Wang Wei had to be stopped. He rushed to confront him again, this time, wearing armor and a spear in his hand.
"I do not know what's wrong with you, but you have to be stopped," said Li Jun. Then, a river of blood appeared behind him as a flash of determination could be seen in his eyes.
Wang Wei looked at him coldly and said: "It seems me calling you brother all these years has gotten into your head. It's about time I put in your place and remind you that you're nothing but my servant."
He clenched his fist and punched out: [Desolate Fist].
With this one punch, the vitality of the entire Sin Realm was instantly destroyed, killing all living things inside–whether mortals, gods, or animals. The Heavenly Abodes in the sky were instantly annihilated.
In the empty vacuum of space, only five people were still alive, with only four of them intact: it was Wang Wei and the remaining four people.
He looked at the tattered Li Jun in front of him, whose body was almost annihilated and he clenched his fist, readied to punch once more,
Yan Liling rushed in front of him and kowtowed: "Sacred Son, for the sake of all we have done for you, please spare him."
Meanwhile, Tie Gang and Wang Ju had a look of fear on their faces. With a cold look on his eyes, Wang Wei looked at Yan Liling and the dying Li Jun with indifferent eyes:
"This is a warning to all of you: do not forget who the real master is. Leave this world and tell the sect that this place is a benefit to my cultivation in the Primordial Spirit Realm. I will leave after I comprehend the law."
After saying that, he broke the space to teleport to another realm; he was still on his tour in the 36 realms, well, now 35. Without anyone on his back always watching him and questioning his decision, Wang Wei finally let loose.
He received the worship of mortals, killed whomever he felt was unpleasant, host countless parties, and took whichever woman he desired; this was real life.
All those years he was so focused on cultivating and one day becoming a Great Emperor that he did not really enjoy himself. As the young master of the most powerful sect in the world, this is the life that he should have lived.
With his strength, it was only a matter of time for him to become a Great Emperor. By then, he will truly be free and do whatever he pleased.
One day, Wang Wei stood on top of a mountain, feeling the fresh air after a night of partying. He looked in the sky, smiled, and muttered:
"Is this the Heart Demon Tribulation? Quite the interesting experience."
As soon as he said these words, cracks started to appear everywhere as if the world was about to be destroyed. Then, Wang Wei opened his eyes and found that he was still inside his Sea of Consciousness in the shape of his Primordial Spirit.
He looked up to see a person that looked exactly like him standing in front of him with a smile; this smile was exactly like him.
"Although I can already guess the answer, who are you?" asked Wang Wei.
