The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 387 - 242: Sister? Or the Great Nether Empress?

’Is her goal really just to sow discord within Great Yan?’

After so many years, the two crossed paths once again.

When Lu Mingyuan saw the Great Nether Empress’s eyes, the feeling of familiarity grew stronger and stronger, and a look of shock appeared in his own.

The sealed memories of his second life continuously surfaced in his mind.

Most of the insights from his nine lives of Reincarnation were sealed, but some images still remained in Lu Mingyuan’s mind. He might not recall most of the details, but how could he possibly forget certain important people and events?

This Great Nether Empress was none other than the younger sister of his second-life persona, the Young Master of the Witch Race’s Wild Bull Race—Witch Palace Language!

However, compared to his second life, the Witch Palace Language of today was more mature, her disposition had blossomed into something even more exquisitely beautiful, and her power was far, far greater.

Witch Palace Language turned her gaze to Lu Mingyuan and said flatly, "So, you are Lu Mingyuan. When I heard the news that you had distinguished yourself from among the Nine Dragons and successfully seized the succession to become the Crown Prince, I knew that another being worthy of fighting me had finally appeared in this world."

"My eyes can see that you do indeed carry the Destiny of many people. That is why I made a special trip to the Eastern Domain to find you, the Crown Prince of Great Yan."

Although it was only two short sentences, Lu Mingyuan was able to glean a great deal of information from them.

First, the upper echelons of the Holy Netherworld were clearly paying attention to the succession struggles among the Great Yan Dynasty’s heirs.

Second, the Great Nether Empress’s Demon Eyes were truly bizarre.

They could actually see the fortune and Destiny he carried, and who knew what other abilities they possessed.

And the final point: she had come to the Central Plains World because of the Destiny he carried.

’Could it be that her purpose is the same as my father’s—to devour my Destiny?’

’If that’s the case, then everything would make sense.’

At this moment, Lu Mingyuan’s feelings were rather complicated.

He had originally thought the Great Nether Empress was a mysterious and powerful foe.

But now, upon meeting her in person, he had the strange feeling of seeing an old acquaintance.

In his second life, she had shown no signs of becoming an empress, yet Lu Mingyuan had a very deep impression of her.

This was reality, after all; the Scroll World was the Scroll World.

In truth, the two of them didn’t know each other at all.

The Great Nether Empress likely had no memory of him either.

Lu Mingyuan took a deep breath. For the sake of retrieving Elder Mr. Qi’s coffin and ensuring the safety of the Great Yan Cultivators, he had to step forward.

Witch Palace Language’s Demon Eyes flickered faintly, as if she had seen through his thoughts. She said calmly, "I can see that you truly wish to reclaim the body of this Human Race Saint. In that case, I will give you a chance to prove your strength. If you can defeat me, I will return his coffin to you. But if you lose, you must come with me and leave Great Yan. As for the reason why, you have your promise-breaking father to blame. If not for him, I imagine you wouldn’t be under such immense pressure."

At this moment, the expressions of the defeated Blood Burial Duke, Young Master Xiao, and the Great Buddha of Heart Delusion all changed slightly. The Blood Burial Duke, nursing his injuries while holding his shrunken Magical Treasure, the Blood-colored Melting Furnace, in one hand, said, "Your Majesty, you absolutely must not! This man’s methods are not to be underestimated!"

Witch Palace Language said indifferently, "Since when do I need your permission for what I do? Besides, don’t the three of you think you’ve been disgraced enough already?"

The Great Buddha of Heart Delusion frowned slightly but didn’t say anything more.

He knew that his skills were inferior and that he was no match for the Crown Prince of Great Yan.

The honor of the Holy Netherworld would naturally have to be restored by Her Majesty. They had been absolutely confident in their own strength, certain they could crush Lu Mingyuan, yet they had still been defeated.

But with Her Majesty’s strength, it shouldn’t be a problem.

"Crown Prince of Great Yan, you won’t disappoint me, will you?"

Witch Palace Language looked at Lu Mingyuan, her tone flat.

Lu Mingyuan suppressed his myriad emotions, doing his best to remain in the calmest state possible. He said, "If you want a fight, I will give you one. This land, the Central Plains World, is the territory of the Human Race. Anyone who acts so wantonly here will pay the price."

"Good. You have character. I appreciate that," Witch Palace Language said with a nod.

"Before we begin, may I ask you a question?" Lu Mingyuan finally couldn’t help but ask softly.

"Ask away," Witch Palace Language said breezily.

Lu Mingyuan hesitated again and again, but still blurted out, "When you were young, did you have an older brother named Wu Jiuyuan?"

Lu Mingyuan hadn’t wanted to ask, but he was simply too curious.

What exactly did the Scroll World mean in relation to this real world?

Was it part real and part false? Did both exist, or was one merely a fabrication?

Who would have thought that after hearing Lu Mingyuan’s question, the Great Nether Empress’s eyes would turn cold at a visible speed, as if covered by a thick layer of frost.

"Do not mention that name!"

It was as if Lu Mingyuan had touched a raw nerve. Witch Palace Language’s face was suddenly suffused with killing intent as she charged toward him.

BOOM.

The aura emanating from Witch Palace Language suddenly surged. Pitch-black Demonic Qi roiled, faintly coalescing into the phantom of an incomparably evil Demon God behind her.

In that instant, the heavens and the earth changed color and the void shattered. Thunder filled the sky as if the heavens themselves were enraged and about to send down a world-ending tribulation.

"So domineering... It seems the rumors are true. Once the Great Nether Empress makes a move, she becomes completely unrestrained. Whoever provokes her is done for."

The many Cultivators present couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath, growing ever more wary of the Great Nether Empress.

Witch Palace Language’s gaze swept over the surroundings. With a wave of her sleeve, she sent all the distant Cultivators flying. Monstrous waves erupted in the Celestial Water Lake, and even the Blood Burial Duke, Young Master Xiao, and the Great Buddha of Heart Delusion were unable to resist. They were swept up by the surging water and plunged into the depths of Celestial Water Lake.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Saintess Ziwei’s anxious voice transmission suddenly rang out.

BANG! BANG!

The bodies of some weaker Cultivators directly exploded, turning into a mist of blood—including the Cultivators from the Holy Netherworld.

"Beings who are not qualified to be here should get lost. I am about to fight the Crown Prince of Great Yan. How dare a group of ants presume to watch?"

Hearing this, all the Cultivators present were horrified. None dared to linger, and all fled into the distance at the fastest speed they could manage.

Lu Mingyuan’s gaze remained fixed on Witch Palace Language.

He had heard of the Great Nether Empress’s reputation long ago, as well as the many stories associated with her name. Now, he had finally met her in person and was about to fight her. He couldn’t help but feel a great sense of anticipation.

With a wave of her hand, the space in the area turned into a mirror-like lake surface. From the tip of her finger, ripples began to spread.

Wherever the ripples passed, the surrounding mountains and terrain underwent a heaven-and-earth-shattering transformation. Mountain ranges rose from the ground, surrounding Lu Mingyuan layer by layer.

Looking down from high in the sky, the vast expanse of land for thousands of miles around seemed to have transformed into a scroll painting. The mountain ranges rising from the scroll corresponded to the spatial ripples in front of Witch Palace Language.

Witnessing this, Lu Mingyuan thought to himself, ’To paint heaven and earth with a raised hand, to alter the universe with a finger... The Great Nether Empress’s attainments in Divine Techniques have actually reached this level. She must have entered the Twelfth Realm long ago.’

Yet he was not afraid. Having temporarily entered the Twelfth Realm himself, it was not as if he couldn’t put up a fight.

He gripped the Famous Sword Yang Su and with a light slash, his hundred-meter-tall Blazing Red Martial Arts Dharma Body swung its sword forward like a Martial God descending to the mortal world.

He mobilized the Sword Intent within his body, releasing a powerful, destructive Saber Qi. It formed an extremely profound ripple that resonated with the entire space, emitting a terrifying, invisible wave of destruction.

To the naked eye, there was no great commotion. Yet, under the sweep of the overwhelming Sword Intent, the mountain ranges rapidly disintegrated, turning to dust that scattered down from mid-air.

"You have some skill," Witch Palace Language said flatly.

Her Demon Eyes flickered again.

Instantly, the very earth beneath her feet began to curl upward, surging tens of thousands of feet into the air. The flowers, grass, trees, mountains, hills, and rivers... all of it rose up, soaring above the clouds and rolling down toward Lu Mingyuan.

「Meanwhile, in the Demon Country’s camp.」

Inside a hall within the Demon Ship, a quiet discussion was taking place.

The Blood King was being helped by a kinsman to a place of recovery, where he consumed an Elixir to replenish his Qi and Blood Power.

Several other racial leaders were also present, each with a different expression.

"Tell me, why is Her Majesty the Empress so fixated on that Lu Mingyuan?" one of them, the leader of the Stone Race—a four-meter-tall Molten Rock Giant—asked quizzically.

The Blood King, his aura weak, said, "If my guess is correct, this test has already revealed Her Majesty the Empress’s true goal. She does indeed want to use the Destiny on Lu Mingyuan to break through to the Thirteenth Realm and become one of the Divine Beings."

"You’re saying Her Majesty the Empress needs Great Yan’s Fortune to achieve a Breaking Realm?" a prominent figure from the Ghost Race asked, his eyes glinting.

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