The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 388 - 243: An Emperor’s Demeanor is First Revealed; If Fate is Lacking, I Will Seize It and Join Prince Zhenbei

Tumultuous sounds continuously echoed from the sky.

Drawing gasps of awe from all directions.

Overwhelming Celestial Fire, Divine Thunder, hail, and verdant wood erupted from Witch Palace Language’s body. They quickly coalesced into nine hundred and ninety-nine clones. Each clone was incredibly solid, exuding an extremely powerful aura comparable to a Great Cultivator at the peak of the Eleventh Realm.

The various clones, formed from the Dao of different Attributes, possessed unpredictable techniques.

The Witch Race believes that all things possess a spirit. Through spiritual invocation, they can summon Ancestral Witches and call upon various creatures to aid them in battle. They practice the legendary Spirit Communication Skill, which does not require tyrannical strength but instead emphasizes a kind of spiritual faith.

They are also masters of mobilizing the Power of Heaven and Earth for their own use.

Watching from the side, a look of shock flashed in Saintess Ziwei’s eyes.

"This is the Witch Race’s innate Great Divine Technique, the Thousand Hands Thousand Bodies Six Paths Reincarnation Technique! It’s a Forbidden Skill of the Witch Race. One must cultivate to the Twelfth Realm, the Celestial Witch Realm, to even have a hope of mastering it. The Great Nether Empress is truly powerful. How could she comprehend such an esoteric, Ancient Lost Divine Technique?"

Taiwei True Monarch also spoke, his expression grave. "Legend has it that this is the ultimate technique of the Ancient Twelve Ancestral Witches. Cultivated to Perfection, it can manifest the Celestial Witch Country."

On the ground below, Luo Ying watched the scene, an inexplicable tension rising in her heart.

She couldn’t even understand it herself.

Ever since she heard the news of the Golden Crow Dynasty’s defeat at Fuyao Sword Palace and witnessed her father’s death, she hadn’t cared about anyone.

"Lord Qingying, this Great Nether Empress seems rather formidable. Do you think the Crown Prince can stand against her?" Master Bai Yue asked from the side, his tone laden with meaning.

"Regardless of the outcome, the fact that the Crown Prince could soundly defeat the Blood Burial Duke and now trade blows with the Great Nether Empress already qualifies him to lead the Infinite Faction." Fist Venerable Luo Shengmiao stood to the side, his arms crossed over his bare chest, revealing muscles like coiling serpents and crouching dragons.

Master Bai Yue, however, disagreed. He shook his head with a faint smile. "If the Crown Prince is defeated in this battle, Master Luo, do you truly believe that anyone from the Celestial Water River Domain, or even from Great Yan, will be able to escape? Or will we all be trapped here to die?"

Fist Venerable Luo Shengmiao snorted coldly. "As if you could get away either!"

At this moment, Luo Ying replied calmly, "Patience. There may yet be a turn of events."

"A moment ago, did any of you think His Highness could defeat the Blood Burial Duke? I doubt it. We can only trust in him. Besides, with his current Cultivation, he is by no means in the Eleventh Realm, but the Twelfth. It’s possible he’s still holding back."

Master Bai Yue nodded slightly. "Your words are not without reason, my lord. Let’s wait and see."

「Above the firmament.」

Lu Mingyuan stood alone, facing a torrential sea of people.

Although these clones were formed merely from the Power of Heaven and Earth’s Six Paths, they each possessed terrifying strength. United, even a Master of a sect would have to give them a wide berth.

Witch Palace Language’s true form, along with her nine hundred and ninety-nine clones, simultaneously formed the same Witchcraft Seal Technique.

A thousand strange seals superimposed, instantly materializing an ancient, mottled stone bridge, hundreds of miles long, that stretched across the void.

On the body of the bridge, engraved in the script of some forgotten ancient era, were four words.

"Yellow Springs Bridge of Helplessness."

A demonic voice resounded, echoing through the void.

Faintly, countless spectral figures appeared on the mottled stone bridge. All of them were hideous, struggling with all their might as if trying to break free.

Lu Mingyuan clearly felt a bizarre power envelop him, one that sought to pull his Holy Soul from his Flesh Body.

The mottled stone bridge moved, pressing down toward Lu Mingyuan.

At the same time, streams of spectral figures rushed from the bridge, letting out sharp shrieks as they frantically lunged at Lu Mingyuan.

Lu Mingyuan’s expression grew solemn. He fortified his Heart Spirit and unleashed the Taotie Divine Flame that he had refined within his Flesh Body.

Spurred on by his Martial Dao Primordial Qi, the Taotie Divine Flame quickly transformed into a sea of fire, covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

The power of the Divine Flame was utterly terrifying. The moment the spectral figures drew near, they were instantly incinerated into nothingness, leaving not a trace behind.

But the mottled stone bridge could not be incinerated. On the contrary, it was able to suppress the might of the Taotie Divine Flame.

Lu Mingyuan gripped Yang Su, fully mobilizing his Sword Intent to unleash his second Martial Arts Celestial Spirit Divine Technique.

It was called Five Elements Shaking Heaven.

It was divided into Gor Gold, Zemu Wood, Profound Water, Li Flame, and Earth of Thunder.

The Yin-Yang Five Elements were self-perpetuating. Five different types of Primordial Qi merged into the space before him, creating violent ripples like waves on water as they combined with the sky-filling Sword Intent.

Transforming into majestic Saber Qi that howled forth, five completely different saber lights shot straight into the sky.

Wisps of breeze carried a crystalline, amber color, resembling the Nine Yang Li Flame, yet also seeming to contain great rivers and torrential rapids.

It was as if any mountain before him would be sundered!

Any river or sea would be parted by his Sword Intent!

Lu Mingyuan’s gaze was resolute. With his every move, a heavy Primordial Qi surged forth.

Heaven and Earth fell silent. Everything before him seemed to move as slow as a snail.

When he transformed into a streak of rainbow light, moving through the sky was like walking on solid ground.

Purple Gold Qi flowed across his face, like starlight constantly reflecting from the celestial bodies above, bringing the momentum of the Five Elements to its absolute peak.

A five-colored divine light flickered in and out of existence. Each time it appeared, it was a profound slash—as heavy as a mountain, as deep as the sea, like a star falling from the sky, or like the earth dragon turning over in its sleep.

For a Celestial Human Realm Martial Artist, every action borrows the momentum of heaven and earth. Their own Flesh Body is solidified to the absolute limit, refined into a Magical Treasure. Standing at the apex of the Martial Dao, their every move is a Divine Technique.