Chapter 1003: One Psychic Slave After Another
Chapter 1003: One Psychic Slave After Another
Sectlord Magic Saber had really experienced some incredible bad luck. After being imprisoned, he had worked hard cultivating a special technique in the hopes of using it to escape. But sadly for him, Yang Qi showed up and used the psychic scaling systems to turn him into a servant.
Sectlord Magic Saber was once a very domineering figure. Although he wasn’t quite on the level of the Wretch-God Apostle or Sectlord Will Manifestation, he was definitely on par with Peaklords Celestial and Memory, or the old-timers from various superpower sects. But now he was doomed to serve.
Sectlord Magic Saber gradually stopped struggling and went silent, and eventually, his eyes went slack.
"Greetings, Milord!" he said to the immortal-slaying clone. After all, it was the clone who had performed the final act of enslavement, not Yang Qi. That said, there was little difference. Although Yang Qi and his clone were now separate people, they were still connected by blood and always acted in unison.
"Alright!" Sectlord Will Manifestation said. "Now that we have Sectlord Magic Saber in our service, we can move on to the next expert. However, it was quite a drain on our psychic power. First, we need to go back to the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart to recuperate."
"That’s fine," the clone replied. "Going forward, the process will only go faster and faster. I’ll create a connection to each of the new servants, linking them to the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart. Then, I can draw on their godpower to subdue subsequent victims."
With that, Yang Qi led the group back into the chart, leaving Sectlord Magic Saber behind to wait for the moment when Yang Qi released everyone, destroyed the prison, and caused a huge scene.
As they rested, the clone continued his work. Waving his hands, he summoned an enormous spell formation that contained two projections, which were none other than the Wretch-God Apostle and Sectlord Magic Saber.
The clone waved his finger, and a blackish violet glow rose up from the Wretch-God Apostle, while something like a full moon appeared behind Sectlord Magic Saber. The two types of light rose up and began to intertwine, then settled down onto the clone, giving him an added measure of protection equal to one third of the full power of the two experts.
Some time later, the clone activated other formations in the chart, causing a mirror to appear, which revealed another prisoner, this time a rather fat monk.
Peaklord Memory instantly recognized him. "That’s Fiendmonk Phantasea, who wreaked havoc on the Ancient Road to the Gods years ago. He’s the epitome of wretched evil, and specialized in capturing female disciples and draining them of all their power to bolster his own yin and yang. It would be a big injustice to not enslave someone like him."
Not a single person in this prison was a weakling. All of them had once been domineering people, otherwise the Executors of the Ancient Road wouldn’t have taken an interest in them.
As for weak and unimportant people, they were usually just killed.
"Begin the process!"
WHOOSH!
The clone leaped into action, heading right into the cell and attacking the monk with the two streams of light he had just taken.
RUMBLE!
Before the monk could react, Yang Qi’s hand landed on his back, sending a stream of true energy into him that caused blood to spray out of his mouth.