Master of the Demon Emperor-Chapter 432 - Mistress of Fate

"Be careful!"

Su Yie stepped forward to shield Nan Xiaopao with his body, bracing against the strong wind with his flesh.

He furrowed his brow, Could it be another outsider?

Last time it was someone who claimed to be from the Dugu Universe; who could it be this time?

Nan Xiaopao looked on nervously as if countless monsters and demons hid within the endless darkness, baring their fangs and claws, gazing at the light.

Su Yie did not leave; he wanted to see for himself who it would be.

The Chaos Land had already been deemed his own; he could not allow other outsiders to disrupt its development.

Soon, a white shadow emerged from the depths of the darkness, growing larger and larger.

Su Yie narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. It was a woman clad in white robes, her skin incredibly pale, like a sheet of white paper, with silver hair drifting casually. Her gaze was indifferent as if looking down upon all life, like a supreme goddess aloof from the world.

"This person's cultivation..."

Su Yie's heart skipped a beat, for he could not see through the woman's cultivation.

"We better retreat quickly."

Feng Long advised Su Yie inside his mind, the woman was too strange, sending a chill down the spines of both him and the other Sword Soul.

Su Yie immediately grabbed Nan Xiaopao and flew toward the depths of the Chaos Land. His speed was so great that he vanished over the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Just then, the woman with the silver hair suddenly raised her right hand and gestured slightly.

Su Yie and Nan Xiaopao appeared out of thin air right in front of her, still in their forward flight postures.

"What's going on?"

Su Yie's eyes widened, feeling invisible shackles around him that rendered him immobile. As he saw the distant Chaos Land at that instant, he felt his flesh crawl and instinctively looked behind him.

However, there was no one behind him.

"What are you looking at?"

A cold voice came from the front.

He turned his head and felt his scalp explode with fright – the woman with the silver hair was right in front of him, their eyes less than ten centimeters apart.

Su Yie immediately used Divine Shadow Possession and chose to be possessed by the Great Qing Primordial Emperor.

A loud bang!

Waves rolled through the space surrounding Su Yie, and he broke free from the woman's restraint, causing her to show a flicker of surprise.

"Be careful, don't let go..."

Su Yie kept his gaze on the woman as he spoke to Nan Xiaopao, but he suddenly found that Nan Xiaopao hadn't moved or responded.

He turned his head and his eyes bulged as he saw Nan Xiaopao had vanished, and what he was holding was a figure made of ice.

He became furious, ready to confront the woman.

Yet, the woman was already miles away, holding an unconscious Nan Xiaopao in her arms. She said to Su Yie, "Don't worry, I won't harm her."

Despite the indifferent tone with which she uttered these words, Su Yie's anger grew.

With Nan Xiaopao in the woman's hands, Su Yie dared not act rashly. He said gravely, "What exactly do you want?"

"This girl does not belong to this Great Dao Plane. I wish to take her as my disciple and have her participate in the Chess Game of the Talented," the woman replied, causing Su Yie's pupils to constrict.

The Chess Game of the Talented!

He had heard of it, the gambits of extraterrestrial powers. The Ancient Desolation Supreme Emperor's scheming against him was also in hopes of having him participate in this Chess Game.

But Su Yie, brimming with a desire to kill, how could he possibly let the woman take Nan Xiaopao away?

"She's entwined with bad luck. Only with me can she break free from it, it's her opportunity," the woman continued, looking down at Nan Xiaopao.

Su Yie retorted coldly, "Without you, I can help her break free from the bad luck too!"

The woman looked up at him, her brows slightly furrowed, saying, "Your bad luck is a hundredfold greater than hers. How could you possibly help her?"

Having said that, she prepared to turn around and leave.

Just at that moment, Su Yie moved, directly displaying his Divine Skills to appear in front of the silver-haired woman, throwing a punch aimed at her face.

At this moment, possessing the cultivation of the Great Qing Primordial Emperor, his punch could shatter even the Chaos Land, causing the silver-haired woman to show concern.

"Stop!"

The voice of the Heavenly Emperor suddenly came through, a tremendous pressure descending, arresting Su Yie's fist in mid-air.

The silver-haired woman glanced towards the Chaos Land, her expression complex.

"Let them go, her words are true. Following her, that little girl is literally stepping into the heavens."

The voice of the Heavenly Emperor came again, causing Su Yie's expression to shift between light and dark.

With Emperor Su's Sect available, he could teleport next to Nan Xiaopao at any time, and no matter how far she went, she could also be teleported back, which was considered a safeguard.

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If this truly was Nan Xiaopao's opportunity, he indeed shouldn't stop it.

Although Nan Xiaopao was a Sacred Body of Qiling, the gap between them was widening more and more.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Nan Xiaopao completely fell behind him, and even if he treated her as always, how could the disparity in cultivation make her feel at ease?

Seeing Su Yie hesitate, the silver-haired woman snorted, "Kid, do you know who I am? I am the Mistress of Fate, climbing up to me is a supreme opportunity for her."

Mistress of Fate?

Su Yie's gaze flickered, making a mental note of this name.

He still had one opportunity for a compulsory invitation to use.

"Why have you come here?"

The voice of the Heavenly Emperor floated over, this time addressing the Mistress of Fate.

With an expressionless face, the Mistress of Fate answered, "A newly born Great Dao Plane that could attract You to come must be extraordinary, so here I am, just in time to meet this girl and intending to take her back for cultivation."

She glanced at Su Yie and added, "As for him, if he weren't male, I might have chosen him."

Su Yie remained silent, mired in an internal struggle.

Meanwhile, within Emperor Su's Sect, he inquired about the identity of the Mistress of Fate.

However, due to the differing rates of time's passage, Su Yie had not yet received a reply.

The Mistress of Fate looked at him, waiting for his response.

After quite a while, a message finally popped up from within Emperor Su's Sect.

Yang Jian: The Mistress of Fate represents destiny, you have encountered destiny itself, this is an opportunity.

Represent destiny?

Su Yie's heart rate increased, from this perspective, this truly might be Nan Xiaopao's opportunity.

He sighed and said, "I hope you won't harm her."

"Kid, focus on your cultivation. The next time you meet in the Sacred Talent Chessboard, you'll be looking up to her."

Leaving those words behind, the Mistress of Fate took Nan Xiaopao and departed.

Su Yie didn't chase after them; he just watched their figures.

"Don't worry, she won't hurt the girl. With the legacy of destiny, she'll soar into the heavens, become undying and unvanquishable, surpass the saints, and even transcend the Great Dao," reassured the voice of the Heavenly Emperor.

Su Yie took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions.

Although he had mixed feelings, he hadn't lost his reason. He turned to look at the Chaos Land and asked, "Did you teach me to have me join the Sacred Talent Chessboard?"

He had heard the Mistress of Fate's words; the next time he would meet Nan Xiaopao would be in the Sacred Talent Chessboard.

The voice of the Heavenly Emperor was as indifferent as ever, "The Sacred Talent Chessboard? What is that? It's beneath My notice!"

So domineering!

The words were steeped in disregard for the Sacred Talent Chessboard.

"However, you may also participate. The Sacred Talent Chessboard is not simple. For you, it will be an opportunity to display your strength."