A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Let's rewind a few months.

After Dog Lord swallowed that unlucky guy who was used as a flowerpot and nurtured by his own destiny.

Good heavens, my mind just went blank for a second, it exploded.

Then, Dog saw it.

I saw countless lines.

Densely packed, crisscrossing, emitting a faint light, stretching out into the endless future.

Each line is like a single-plank bridge.

The light and shadows on the bridge flowed, vaguely reflecting fragmented images, indistinct sounds, and inexplicable possibilities.

This is the line of destiny.

Each one represents a possible branch of the future.

"Whoa!"

Dog Master was immediately amused. This piece of junk actually resonated with Dog Master's telepathic abilities.

He can read minds, that is, to see into people's thoughts.

The ability to foresee one's destiny is the ability to observe the course of a person's life.

Putting these two things together is like pairing a mute person with a translator, or a blind man finding a map—

Perfect match!

The Destiny Scroll, which originally required a slow and painstaking repair, somehow became barely usable.

Dog was stunned for a while before he could process this windfall.

"Hey……"

He grinned, a strange smile spreading across his dog-like face.

"Damn, did I just get a bargain?"

"Tsk, since we're already here, and we've got nothing better to do, let's take a stroll and have a look around."

Dog shook his head, suppressing the dizziness from the information overload, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes.

With a thought, its consciousness followed the dense, luminous lines of destiny, heading towards the future.

It felt quite strange, not like traveling, but more like drifting in a river formed by countless lights and possibilities.

Or perhaps you're strolling under a vast, ever-branching starry sky.

Not far along, Doggy saw several lines of fate that abruptly ended, cleanly and decisively cut off.

At the end of the thread, there were still some fragments of the last images remaining.

Doggy glanced at it casually a few times.

Well, in this storyline, I'm in a cave filled with demonic energy, surrounded by several flamboyant female demons whose eyes are as hungry as if they haven't eaten for eight hundred years.

The final image freezes on a soft, large bed, with its eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, and all the pubic hair unkempt...

Next to the image is a small caption: "Exhausted of vital energy, depleted of the source, death."

"Die from sexual exploitation?"

Dog-Grandpa's face fell, and he spat out a disgusted "Pui!"

"What a terrible ending! I could keep fighting for seven days and seven nights without stopping! The person who wrote this storyline must be an ignorant newbie!"

I read a few more.

Some people are caught off guard and get ambushed by a junior using a vicious magic weapon;

Some people were too greedy when venturing into the secret realm, and triggered the restrictions, only to be blasted into dust.

Even more outrageous are the cases of people choking to death while eating...

They were all incredibly varied, with some very creative ways of dying, but also quite childish.

Dog Master clicked his tongue in disapproval: "Tsk tsk, I'm such a loser on these other lines. I can't even handle this little bit of trouble? What a waste of the name Dog Master."

It shook its head, feeling bored, and continued its journey, wandering deeper along the main, rather thick, line of destiny.

Walk and walk, look and look.

The fate lines along the way are still numerous, with countless branches, some bright, some dim, some straight, and some winding.

But as he walked, Dog suddenly stopped.

The dog's relaxed and casual expression disappeared, replaced by a serious look.

Its dog eyes, which always exuded a reckless air, narrowed slightly at this moment, and the pupils shrank imperceptibly.

Ahead, the once vast and interwoven lines of destiny, resembling a dense forest or a galaxy, have been fractured in large, shocking sections!

Not one or two, nor ten or eight.

It was densely packed, a huge area!

A quick glance reveals that over 90% of the destiny lines are abruptly severed here.

At the broken edge, the remaining fragments of the image are mostly blurry and chaotic, filled with despair, resentment, and anger...

The loose threads drifted about, like a lifeless, desolate graveyard of light.

"A fatal calamity?"

Dog sat down, its tail drooping unconsciously.

It murmured softly, its face expressionless, quietly watching the final scene at the end of those broken lines of fate.

It was struck down from the sky by a giant, golden hand adorned with the swastika symbol.

Along with the small hill below, it was smashed to dust.

In the video, Faming's cold yet smug face is clearly visible;

Trapped in the center of a slowly rotating demon-locking array, countless golden chains and scriptures, like a malignant tumor, gradually eroded its consciousness, causing it to emit mournful, silent howls.

Outside the formation, Faming closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, his appearance solemn and dignified.

Within his body, the Bodhisattva's state suddenly and inexplicably erupted, triggering the evil thoughts, greed, anger, and ignorance accumulated over hundreds of years. Like a volcano, it completely devoured and turned into a pool of filthy sludge from within.

Faming watched coldly from the sidelines, and finally reached out and dug out the dim fruit.

In another storyline, Faming sits cross-legged amidst a sea of ​​thunder and fire, his face contorted in agony, before finally letting out a miserable scream and being burned to ashes by the karmic flames.

Almost at the same moment, the dog in the picture also froze without warning, his eyes quickly dimmed, his life was cut off, and he fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

They died from a connection to the same source.

Various ways to die.

But the vast majority of them are directly or indirectly related to one person.

Fa Ming.

His good senior brother.

Dog watched silently for a long time.

The dog unconsciously scratched at the ground, even though there was no soil there.

Then, it spat towards the graveyard where the broken lines of fate had broken.

"Pooh."

"Senior brother..."

Doggy's voice was calm, without even a hint of anger, only a deep weariness that seemed to have seen through something, and a trace of barely perceptible sarcasm.

"You fucking..."

"That's such a waste."

"Without that half-baked Bodhisattva status, you can't even get through the three calamities?"

"Besides watching me, chasing after me, trying to drag me back and make up for what you're lacking..."

"Don't you have any other options? Hmm?"

"It's been so long, and you haven't made any progress at all."

Dog Master cursed and swore, but his eyes turned cold.

Ninety percent of the destiny lines are severed here, severed by Faming, or severed because of him.

This can no longer be simply described as an obsession.

This is an inner demon.

Faming's inner demons were never the specific individual, Gouye.

Rather, it was his deep-seated, unwavering greed and obsession with "perfection," "completeness," and "successful tribulation" that he was willing to pay any price for.

Dog is simply the most conspicuous and convenient target for this persistence in reality.

Dog shook his head, no longer looking at that suffocating fractured area.

It stood up, shook off non-existent dust, and continued walking forward.

After passing through this graveyard, the lines of fate ahead suddenly became much thinner.

From a vast forest, only about a thousand remain?

The number has decreased sharply, but each one seems more solid than the previous ones, and the light is more stable.

The path to survival is incredibly narrow.

Then, Dog stopped before one of the destiny lines.

The dog's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing within them, before slowly lighting up with an intriguing light.

The image presented by this fateful line is quite interesting.

The scene depicts nighttime, with flames shooting into the sky, illuminating half the heavens in red.

The background features the familiar Jinshan Temple buildings, but many of them have collapsed and are burning.

On the ground, many bald monks lay sprawled out, lifeless.

And he himself—Dog Lord—seems to be a bit bigger than he is now.

Covered in blood, its fur was patchy from the blood and fire, but its aura was ferocious and overwhelming!

A blood-stained dog paw was pressed firmly against a person's chest, pinning him to the ground.

That person was none other than Faming.

However, at this moment, Faming no longer had his usual solemn and dignified appearance.

His monk's robes were torn, his face was covered in blood, his chest was pierced by a dog's claws, he was barely breathing, and his eyes were filled with terror and resentment.

In the video, Dog lowers its head and brings its mouth close to Faming's ear, seemingly saying something.

Then, in Faming's despairing gaze, Dog's claws suddenly exerted force, and with a "rip" sound, it completely tore open Faming's chest!

Immediately afterwards, Dog Lord's enormous, terrifying inner demon form, covered in eyes and tentacles, like flowing shadows and flesh, suddenly burrowed into Fa Ming's body through the torn opening!

"Ugh—!!!"

Faming let out inhuman screams, his body convulsing, swelling, and deforming violently...

The image flickered and distorted.

A moment later, the dust settled.

The one standing still is no longer Dog Master, nor is he simply Faming.

Instead, it was a monster with Faming's face and body, but whose eyes and temperament were exactly the same as Dog Master's, and who also had that familiar, carefree smile on his lips.

He looked down at his hands, which belonged to Faming but were now under his control, then looked up at the burning ruins and corpses around him and grinned.

Successful.

Using some extremely unorthodox method, he and Faming swapped positions.

From then on, he was Faming, and Faming became the inner demon imprisoned within his spiritual realm, never to be reborn.

The price he paid was that Jinshan Temple was massacred by him, and Bureau 749 would inevitably issue a warrant for his arrest.

But it's okay.

The scene shifts, and a new scene appears:

Sunshine, sandy beaches, and azure coastlines.

In a luxurious seaside villa.

Faming, dressed in flashy beach shorts and wearing sunglasses, lay comfortably on a deck chair, holding a brightly colored cocktail in his hand.

Nearby, several hot, blonde, blue-eyed foreign women were attentively feeding him fruit and giving him massages.

In the distance, the sound of waves could be heard, and the sky was a deep blue.

There was no endless pursuit, no three old geezers constantly finding ways to torment him, and no more that brat who always made him grit his teeth in anger...

free.

Boundless, luxurious, and unrestrained freedom.

"Yoho~" The real-life Dog Lord laughed when he saw this, his mouth wide open, grinning so hard that his eyes disappeared from his teeth.

"This line is interesting!"

"Ruthless, decisive, and exhilarating!"

He liked the ending.

Kill Faming, take his place, and fly away to live a carefree and happy life.

This is the kind of life that Dog Lord should be living!