Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Chapter 78: The Great Battle Ends, Heaven and Earth’s Laws

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Di Yuan, the prince, and many soldiers of the Bloody Devil Clan stood on the deck. Di Yuan’s deep eyes quickly scanned the soldiers of the Diluo Country and a large number of cultivators who rushed over from the distant.

Counting in rows, there were tens of thousands.

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Subconsciously, he considered them part of the Immortal Sect’s forces.

As one of the top ten princes, the Crown Prince of King Chi Huang also carried an important mission.

The reason why he came to Western State with representatives of the Shura Clan and the Yaksha Clan was naturally to investigate the specific situation of the war in Western State.

To seize Central State as soon as possible, rather than submit to the northern land.

If these cultivators were part of the forces of the human race, it would indicate that the human race still had strength left. If they wanted to seize the entire world, they must be careful.

Di Yuan knew well how magnificent the Immortal World was during the Middle Ages, and many supreme immortals emerged. The decline of the Immortal World occurred in the mid-to-late period of the Middle Ages, and it completely fell in the end, but there were still many universal treasures and Middle Ages inheritances left.

This was the real reason why so many worlds wanted a share of the pie.

A world without the protection of immortals can only be slaughtered by others.

But a dead camel is bigger than a horse.

A centipede dies but never falls down.

All these truths show that the current Immortal World is not easy to provoke.

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Their netherworld is not like those foolish savage beasts in the Primitive World but knows how to use strategy.

Among the human race, there is a saying: attacking a city is inferior, attacking the heart is superior.

Always treating the human race like cattle and nurturing them will inevitably make them unhappy.

Only by progressing step by step, infiltrating the human race and gradually influencing them, until they submit to the rule of the Blood Ancestor, can it be the true king’s path.

This has always been Di Yuan’s attitude towards the human race or belief.

His father had always supported him in this regard.

Right now, seeing the savage world launching a war on such a scale in Western State to weaken the human race’s strength, Di Yuan was happy to see such results.

The weaker the human race, the better, so that they can fully submit to the Bloody Devil Clan.

About this matter, the ugly strong man of the Yaksha Clan standing by Di Yuan’s side said in a rough voice, “I think these human cultivators are nothing to worry about. Why not solve them right here?”

Upon hearing this, Di Yuan’s eyebrows frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

This elder was from the Sky Tribe of the Yaksha Clan, Li Mei, who was good at assassination and enjoyed devouring human souls. He was untraceable in the darkness, and his strength could rise to another level.

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As a common race in the netherworld, the Yaksha Clan was numerous and divided into four major tribes. Even he could not take them lightly.

“Elder Li Mei, there are several important human geniuses here. Do you really want to provoke revenge from the Immortal Sect?” The Ghost King Elder by the side said with great displeasure.

Li Mei snorted lightly, his thick black arms holding the halberd and poking at the deck, saying, “Are we afraid? In the future, the entire Central State will be a slaughterhouse for the netherworld. What’s there to be afraid of with these weak cultivators?”

“Hehe.”

A bell-like laughter echoed.

The only sexy woman among them who hadn’t spoken finally opened her red lips and said,

“Elder Li Mei really looks down on the human race. If that’s the case, why don’t you gather all the Yakshas to attack Central State? The reason is still that you are afraid of the residual power of the human Immortal Sect.”

The woman had a very enchanting face, excellent figure, full breasts, and a smooth, fair, and plump body.

An ordinary man would definitely be captivated by such a beauty.

She was Princess Sheng Yan of the Shura Clan.

The Shura Clan was also a powerful race in the netherworld, born from the evil will of the ancient gods and originating from the netherworld. They were easily angered and belligerent. It was rumored that the men of the Shura Clan were extremely ugly, while the women were very beautiful, a few of the netherworld’s living creatures.

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Demon races such as the Ghost Race and Corpse Race were dead spirits, born out of living creatures.

“With thousands of years of accumulation, the human race will inevitably hold some trump cards. Will your Yaksha Clan bear the consequences?”

Hearing this, Li Mei’s face turned ashen, but he didn’t say anything.

He knew Princess Sheng Yan’s status in the Shura Clan, and anyone who disobeyed her would be severely punished by the Shura Emperor.

“The princess is right. The loss caused by the encirclement and killing of the human race cannot be borne by us.”

At this time, Di Yuan also spoke faintly.

Rushing to attack the human race would inevitably lead to fierce revenge from thousands of human cultivators.

The recently retreated Primitive World was the best result.

The counterattack of these cultivators caused considerable losses.

The number of the Bloody Devil Clan is certainly not as large as those savage beasts of the Primitive World. With fewer people, it is impossible to adopt a strong suppression method.

On the contrary, the Bloody Devil Clan can grow stronger rapidly the more the human race and savage beasts die.

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan were on the ground. Although they couldn’t hear the conversation on the Blood Fog Spiritual Ship, they guessed that the other party must be targeting them.

“The demon race has just left, and the netherworld creatures came at this time. I’m afraid they want to take advantage of the situation.” Yu Qinghan’s eyes were full of murderous intent, incredibly cold.

Zhao Huai shook his head in response, “I don’t think so. If they wanted to take action, they would have done so just now. Why bother greeting us? I think they are probing the strength of the human race to lay the foundation for their future attack on Central State.”

Then he turned his gaze to the lion-headed giant elephant, the silver-haired woman in a black bamboo hat, and said discontentedly, “It’s a bit late for you to come, isn’t it?”

Yin Nanyu leaped off the sedan and gently landed with a delicate smile at the corner of her mouth.

“Late? I think I came just in time.”

She looked at the spiritual ship from the netherworld and said so.

“You are…” Yu Qinghan, beside Zhao Huai, saw Yin Nanyu’s figure and looked at her carefully, asking in a condensed voice, “Are you the imperial teacher of the Diluo Country?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

Yin Nanyu gently lifted the bamboo hat, revealing a head of silver hair, and her star-like beautiful eyes stared at Yu Qinghan.

She also began to observe Yu Qinghan.

How much charm does this woman have to make Zhao Huai always think of her?Zhao Huai felt that between the two of them, there was an invisible clash of sharp edges.

It occurred to him then that this seemed to be their first meeting.

Yu Qinghan sensed an eerie and uncomfortable aura from the other person.

Whereas Yin Nanyu could feel the domineering sharpness of Yu Qinghan, after all, she was the Xia Country’s Empress, and her long-established presence in a high position was quite evident.

She glanced only briefly before shifting her gaze and using sound transmission towards the spiritual ship above:

“Even the demons of the netherworld have come to join in the fun; they don’t seem to take our human race seriously. The Primitive World Demon Clan can’t possibly be a match for the Immortal Sect.”

“Isn’t that right, Crown Prince?”

Hearing her words, Zhao Huai quickly responded, looking up at the Diluo Country’s people with full battle intent, not showing any weakness.

“If the netherworld wants a fight, we’ll accompany them to the end.”

Such words triggered an echo among many human cultivators.

“Fight!”

“Fight!”

“Fight!”

For a moment, the crowd was excited.

Standing on the deck with his hands behind his back, Di Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing these words.

Were they declaring their sovereignty?

The netherworld may have taken more moderate measures, but they were not easy to provoke either.

He immediately wanted to teach the people below a lesson.

At this moment, huge shadows in the sky shifted continuously.

Di Yuan and the others noticed it.

It turned out to be Ao Jiu returning to the edge of the world, transforming into a tall man’s figure. Upon seeing the beings of the netherworld, he said indifferently:

“Where do these insects come from?”

This statement undoubtedly infuriated Di Yuan, igniting his anger.

However, he quickly regaining control of his emotions.

In front of him was a powerful demon whose depth was immeasurable.

Considering the many cultivators on the ground, the number of people he brought this time might not have been enough. To be on the safe side, it would be better not to fight.

Di Yuan gave Ao Jiu a cold glance, saying: “I’ve never heard of a True Dragon submitting to the human race. You’ll be punished by the Dragon clan sooner or later, just wait.”

“Go!”

Having said that, the enormous spiritual ship began to move, intending to leave this place.

Princess Sheng Yan, Elder Li Mei, and others, looking at the shattered Western State, had different expressions in their eyes, wondering what they were planning.

Finally, the people from the netherworld left.

This great battle had come to an end.

As Zhao Huai breathed a sigh of relief, the added power from his destiny suddenly disappeared, causing his Metamorphosis Stage cultivation to plummet.

A wave of exhaustion surged, causing his legs to buckle, and he fell to the ground.

“Husband…”

“Zhao Huai…”

Yu Qinghan and Yin Nanyu called out in unison.

Yu Qinghan’s quick reflexes ultimately caught Zhao Huai, allowing him to fall into her arms.

Yin Nanyu initially looked surprised and couldn’t help but try to help, but ultimately managed to restrain herself. Seeing Qing Han take action, she shifted her gaze elsewhere.

Central State Border.

A spiritual ship glided across the sky like a beam of light.

Di Yuan, with a sullen expression, leaned against the railing while thinking about what had just happened.

He always felt that the scene just now was not so simple.

The newly arrived army was well-equipped and didn’t look like they had been through a battle.

No matter what, they still needed to figure out Central State’s situation so that they could infiltrate the human race and eradicate them all at once.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful pressure from the edge of the sky, as if an invisible pair of eyes in the sky were watching them.

Di Yuan looked strangely at the horizon but saw nothing.

“Did you feel it too?”

From a room beside him, Princess Sheng Yan emerged, her beautiful eyes flashing with thought as she said to Di Yuan.

Di Yuan nodded: “Just now it seemed like there was an invisible force preventing us from entering Central State.”

Princess Sheng Yan said indifferently: “I heard that none of our Shura Clan’s generals at the Sixth Realm level can enter Central State. It seems that a Mighty One changed Central State’s Heaven and Earth Laws.”

“The Sixth Realm corresponds to the human race’s Metamorphosis Stage. There are cultivators above the Metamorphosis Stage who can’t enter Central State? Such existences are still alive in the human race?”

“It seems that withdrawing just now was the right move.”

Di Yuan’s attitude was also very serious.

A Mighty One who could change the laws of a region possessed strength at least at the level of surviving a superior tribulation.

With a world that had fallen for nearly a thousand years, and such a mighty one had survived, it was indeed a miracle.

Both of them treated the Universal Chess Game rules set up by Eternal Taoist Temple Master San Dao with great caution.

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