Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1565: The Immortal King's End

The eighth Immortal King roared in disbelief. His soul struggled futilely for a final time. "Impossible! You mean you've been acting all these years? You've been faking pain when I tortured your soul?!"

Zhang Yi scoffed. "Well? How are my acting skills? I'm sure I can get a universal Oscar."

Not only did he give up his body, he even bore with a few years' worth of spiritual torture. Who would do such a thing?

Zhang Yi continued joking around. "It's a pity that there are no Oscars in the universe. You've lost out on a superstar actor."

The eighth Immortal King thought himself a resolute man, willing to risk both himself and others for his own goals, but it turned out that there was someone in his body willing to risk even more.

Though Zhang Yi seemed cavalier, those years of spiritual torture had surely taken a toll.

The eighth Immortal King frequently used Zhang Yi's soul in experiments, and he was particularly cruel with him.

Even so, Zhang Yi had borne it all.

The eighth Immortal King couldn't believe what had happened. "All those futures I predicted were fake?"

"Not quite, just not as real as you would have expected. I specifically presented you with all those futures. The first few futures were true, but then I began to direct and misdirect them. You thought that you were able to access the future by wringing my soul, but I gave you those visions intentionally. You never grasped my power on your own."

The eighth Immortal King was flabbergasted. "So you've been guiding me all along?!"

He thought that he had won everything, that he had been supremely intelligent, but he was nothing more than a fool dancing on Zhang Yi's palm!

Zhang Yi, nothing more than a soul fragment, had planned his downfall from the beginning.

"Were you the one who made me into this sorry state?"

Zhang Yi shook his head. "Hardly. I only showed you a possible future. You were the one who made those decisions for yourself."

Of course, Zhang Yi omitted a part of that truth.

The future was branched like a tree, and the visions that Zhang Yi had shown the eighth Immortal King were deliberately selective.

For instance, there was about an 80% chance that the eighth Immortal King would initially have fought Zhang Lie, and a 20% chance that he would manage to bring Zhang Lie to his side.

Zhang Yi showed the eighth Immortal King a vision of the worst possible defeat he could suffer against Zhang Lie.

It was indeed a possible future, but Zhang Yi was intimately familiar with the eighth Immortal King from years spent together.

He knew that showing the eighth Immortal King such a sight would surely prompt him into action.

He was a prideful man, and he would never choose to avoid such a fate by evasion. He would face it head-on after making preparations in advance.

It was far too easy for Zhang Yi to manipulate the eighth Immortal King.

"I stole your body, then tore away only a portion of your wife's soul, and finally encountered your son while carrying out my plan—did you plan all that for this day?!"

The eighth Immortal King's shattered soul was gradually being absorbed as Zhang Yi's soul fragment grew stronger and stronger. The defeat of the eighth Immortal King was set in stone.

Zhang Yi replied, "After all, I haven't seen my son for years, and I've been missing for all that time. I had to prepare a gift for him—I hope he likes it."

"You planned all this for years on end?!"

The eighth Immortal King raged and seethed. He was filled with fear.

Years ago, he thought he had been the one scheming against Zhang Yi. It was only now that he found out that the opposite had been true all along.

He thought that his plan was a success; in truth, Zhang Yi had allowed his plan to succeed.

He thought he had seized Zhang Yi's body; in truth, it was only the first step in Zhang Yi's plan.

He had fallen into Zhang Yi's clutches years ago, and what he thought was a perfect, ingenious plan had actually been carefully calculated by Zhang Yi himself.

This was frightening. He hadn't realized the extent of the manipulation until just moments before. If he still had a body, he would have been wracked with chills, with a cold sweat.

If not for the fact that Zhang Yi needed to terrorize him and shake him up to take over his soul, he might never have found out.

Zhang Yi said, "I've been very interested in the treasures and records of the Hall of Immortals. You refused to hand them over, so I had to resort to my tricks."

Just as the eighth Immortal King had eyed Zhang Yi's ability to foretell the future, Zhang Yi eyed the eighth Immortal King's identity and access to records gathered for eons.

"I have a daughter at home who's contracted a strange illness. I'm certain that the Hall of Immortals has a solution—or stores of medicinal herbs, at the very least."

The eighth Immortal King gaped.

Zhang Yi was a madman. If the eighth Immortal King had suddenly had the desire to eradicate Zhang Yi's soul fragment within the past few years, Zhang Yi would never have been able to reclaim his body.

Or perhaps Zhang Yi would have been unable to bear the cruelty and torture inflicted upon him and revealed something by accident—that too would have ruined the plan immediately. Zhang Yi had to walk a tightrope for years, and the craziest thing was that he had succeeded.

The eighth Immortal King quickly understood what Zhang Yi had relied on— his ability to see the future and judge the viability of the plan he had concocted.

The eighth Immortal King raged, "Just where did you father and son come from?!"

Zhang Yi's son was ridiculously strong; Zhang Yi himself was skilled at scheming and plotting.

Zhang Yi hadn't been lucky enough to obtain this talent. Rather, it was more like a bonus, a particularly useful tool for him. His true genius lay in his ability to concoct plans.

The eighth Immortal King, who had once been shown a portion of his power, knew that foretelling the future wasn't a definite art. The future that Zhang Yi had seen required the plan that he had concocted beforehand.

He took advantage of his ability to foretell the future to judge whether the plan was viable.

What was truly frightening about Zhang Yi wasn't him or his ability to predict the future individually, but their combination. That was what allowed his plans to be flawless.

After a series of psychological attacks, Zhang Yi managed to devour the eighth Immortal King's soul until only scraps of it remained.

Before the eighth Immortal King died, Zhang Yi taunted him one last time. "To be frank, it was ridiculously easy to scheme against someone as arrogant and foolish as you. The plan was somewhat difficult to carry out, of course, but the planning itself was far too boring."

The eighth Immortal King howled like a dog pushed to its limits. "I'm going to kill you! I'll kill your son, your wife, your whole family, your hometown—"

"Farewell, Eight!"

The final dregs of the eighth Immortal King's soul were absorbed by Zhang Yi.

Thus did the life of a former legend of the universe come to an end.