Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 332: Chapter 49: The World Shakes, Supreme in the Human World_2

Translator: 549690339

Suddenly, Situ Huan swiftly reached out his hand.

Grabbing the smooth, jade-like face of Luo Ya, he squinted menacingly.

This move instantly made Wen Xiang Bodhisattva and the surrounding monks adopt defensive postures.

If the other party were to take action, they wouldn’t stand idly by either.

Luo Ya’s beautiful eyes focused on Situ Huan, a hint of panic welling up in them.

Situ Huan coldly looked at her, “I advise you not to meddle in anything beyond your business. You shouldn’t concern yourself with the affairs of the heavenly earth altar either. All that’s going on behind the scenes far exceeds your Shenluo Empire’s grasp. Don’t attempt to be clever only to end up hurting yourself. If the Primitive World becomes the first power to enter this realm, your Shenluo Empire will not only face public condemnation, my Heavenly Devil Palace will not let you off either.”

He then tepidly released her and gave a curt command.

“Let’s go.”

Luo Ya watched Situ Huan’s departing figure, frozen in shock for a long time.

In the sky, an elder in blood-stained robe beside Situ Huan said:

“Respected Demonbred, why didn’t you kill them? The Shenluo Empire is trivial, can be wiped out with a flick.”

Situ Huan responded with an icy face, “The Shenluo Empire might indeed be wipe-able with a flick, but behind it is the Sorceress Sect, which commands countless believers. Behind these cults, there’s the protection of many gods. Killing her wouldn’t benefit my Heavenly Devil Palace.”

The elder in the bloody robe nodded in agreement, “It was my oversight. At this time, it’s certain to attract the attention of many ascendants.”

“Therefore, this world of Heavenly Devils must be the first to step into this realm.”

Situ Huan declared with chilling eyes.

The news of Crown Prince of Yan Country visiting the Xia Country personally spread quickly throughout the world. The streets and alleys were bustling with discourse about these news.

Whether it was young cultivators or veteran cultivators of a hundred years, none remained calm.

“What’s going on? Why has the Prince of Yan Country suddenly become a companion of the Empress?”

“Does their relationship reveal a resolution to resolve differences between Yan and Xia Countries? There’s supposed to be a deep-seated grudge between them.”

“The Devil Sect has taken action against both Yan and Xia. Could it be this has alarmed them so they’ve decided to alliance?”

“Don’t you all find Zhao Huai’s strength terrifying? As a Golden Core Realm cultivator, he can behead a cultivator of Rebirth Realm. He previously severely injured the Western Evil Mink Monk and defeated Situ Huan with the Spiritual Mountain sword. He’s practically shooting for the moon.”

“He hasn’t been cultivating for very long, has he? Not even a hundred years, right? How come such talent wasn’t discovered before? He can be called another Yan’s Ancestor!”

The future trajectory of the Prince of Yan Country and the Xia’s Empress undoubtedly piqued the interest of many cultivators. They were curious if the governance of Xia would weaken, and whether internal friction within Yan Country would arise.

In the Spiritual Mountains, at the Eternal Taoist Temple.

Gu Tianji stood at the entrance, all geared up and ready to set off. He looked towards the mortal world, chuckling:

“My brother, his abilities and fame are both on the rise, and he’s no worse than I was.”

“Senior Brother, it’s time to head to the Western State. The Master has been rushing us several times.”

A disciple from the Taoist temple reminded him from the side.

“Understood.”

Gu Tianji put a flask of Qingfeng liquor half his height on his back and, pleasantly taking a big swig, said:

“I hope I’ll be able to enjoy this again when I return.”

After finishing his drink, Gu Tianji mounted his flying sword and headed towards the west.

Behind him, hundreds of disciples wearing Taoist robes followed on their swords. Seen from a distance, they formed a river of swords.

In the Northern State, within the borders of the Northern Wolf Empire, netherworld land.

The atmosphere was gloomy and cold.

Many cultivators were here, slaying monsters and exorcising demons.

Standing in front of a black stone forest, Qiu Yueqing was dispatching enemies with his sword. His sword qi revolved around him, and the multitude of skeleton corpses falling around him were transformed into ice sculptures.

As snowflakes drifted down from the sky, they fell on the cold stone forest. The iron city in the distance, with its flying eaves and pavilions, the Demon-slaying Platform, were all blanketed with a layer of frost and snow.

An octagonal ghost sedan floated out of the stone forest, with ghostly mist wafting about, and knocked Qiu Yueqing away from afar.

Fortunately, an Elder of the Exquisite Palace arrived in time and slashed at the ghost sedan with her sword. Her attack was so mighty it cut all the rugged stone structures within a hundred meters in half.

The next moment, the ghost sedan disappeared into the stone forest.

The Elder didn’t look too old, but was remarkably mature and beautiful. As she helped Qiu Yueqing up, she reassured him:

“Are you okay, Yue Qing?”

Qiu Yueqing shook his head, indicating he was unharmed.

“You seem preoccupied lately, is something bothering you?”

“No… nothing.”

The beautiful Elder sighed, “You don’t know, there’s been a big event recently in the mortal world. The Devil Sect actually attacked Xia. The Empress was almost in danger, but the Prince of Yan actually showed up in Xia’s Capital and announced that the Empress is his wife. It’s truly unbelievable!”

At this moment, the snowflakes in the air suddenly suspended, mid-fall.

Qiu Yueqing cast a faint smile, appearing really calm, “That’s good news, the Devil Sect’s cultivators have been too arrogant. For daring to attack Yu Qinghan, the Limitless Immortal Sect will definitely retaliate.”

“But our task of resurrecting the sacrificial altar in the netherworld is more pressing.”

“That’s true.”

After the exchange, the two joined the main group, heading towards the depths of the stone forest.

In the Western State, the Diluo Dynasty.

Within the towering castle of the capital, Yin Nanyu, dressed in a long black robe, stood on the towering city wall. His silver hair floated in the wind as he stared in the direction of the Xia’s capital. His eyes were serene:

“Regardless of their announcement, Empress Xia will still die by my hand. This world will ultimately belong to the raven.”