The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 390 - 243: The Emperor’s Aura Begins to Show; If Fate Is Unfavorable, I Shall Seize It as My Own; Rendezvous with Prince Zhenbei

The Great Nether Empress could actually carry the Great Nether’s Fortune on her person, using the power of her grand National Fortune to command Divine Beings and make it her own.

Her strength might even surpass the Twelfth Realm.

No wonder she could command the countless hordes of the Demon Race.

Witch Palace Language said calmly, "Since you were able to say that, you must already know much of the truth."

"The Ancestral Witch Power represents the might of Divine Beings. It is heavenly fortune, it is destiny itself. Why not cease your resistance? I will help you get your revenge. What do you say?"

Lu Mingyuan sighed. "Gongyu, you’re still the same. You haven’t changed one bit."

"You never waste a single breath on an enemy you’re certain you can kill. It’s only when you have less than a fifty percent chance of victory that you resort to mind games, trying to shatter your opponent’s Daoxin. Am I right?"

Hearing this, Witch Palace Language’s calm expression vanished. Ripples spread across her pupils as her voice turned bone-chillingly cold.

"Silence!"

Lu Mingyuan gave a faint smile, a look of sudden realization on his face.

’The Scroll World wasn’t just an experience of another life.’

’The people and events I experienced... they were all real.’

’The world depicted by the Painting Saint was actually a collection of moments in time.’

’He recorded major events from the past within the Grand Thousand Canglan Map, freezing time at those very instants and turning them into the various random Scroll Worlds.’

’The only difference was that the ending of the story depended on the one who entered the painting.’

"What else do you know?"

Witch Palace Language seemed extremely sensitive about past events. The fact that the Crown Prince of Great Yan knew something about her history forced her to be more cautious.

Lu Mingyuan smiled faintly. "I wonder if you remember this phrase: If heavenly fortune fails me, I will seize it for my own."

"If the Celestial Mandate is not on my side, then I am the Celestial Mandate!"

Lu Mingyuan exhaled softly. With a flip of his hand, he produced an object. It was simple and unadorned, yet it radiated an incomparably profound Dao-like charm. It was none other than the Yuqing Peach Talisman.

Holding nothing back, he drew upon the Taoist Sect’s Destiny from within the Peach Talisman, using it to enhance his Cultivation and shatter the spatial lock on this area.

Instantly, a layer of azure light appeared on the Peach Talisman’s surface. Countless motes of light flew out, coalescing into an azure Divine Tree that rose to meet the projection of Emperor Jiang.

Wherever the Divine Tree’s light passed, space grew incredibly turbulent. Vast swathes of spacetime warped and suffered catastrophic collapse.

Now that he possessed the "True Dragon Emperor" Fate Grid, he had gained the ability to absorb Destiny to enhance his Cultivation.

This Yuqing Peach Talisman was a life-saving treasure given to him by the Yuqing Ancestor Master.

He couldn’t worry about saving it now; he had no choice but to use it.

In a mere instant, he absorbed enough Destiny, and the Emperor’s aura around Lu Mingyuan manifested once more.

A phantom of a long-haired man in a Golden Robe of the Emperor emerged amidst the roar of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. The man held the river of time in one hand, while the starry river of the Thirty-Three Heavens hung above his head.

CRACK!

The spatial barrier was shattered by the Emperor’s aura.

"A fine ’seize heavenly fortune for my own,’ indeed!"

At some point, the world began to tremble, and a bold, rough voice echoed from the distance.

RUMBLE...

A tremendous roar followed.

The many Cultivators present looked toward the plains in the Northwest. There, they saw a dark, dense line of iron-clad cavalry under countless fluttering banners, each emblazoned with the large character for "North."

The imposing might of this army was countless times greater than that of the old and weak soldiers Lu Mingyuan had brought with him.

Every soldier was tall and powerfully built, their muscles coiling like dragons. They were all Martial Artists at the peak of their physical vitality.

The Martial Dao’s Destiny that converged upon them surged toward the heavens.

It all converged on a single man.

A powerfully built, masculine man with wheat-colored skin sat astride his horse, a long, golden plume adorning his helmet. He held a Heaven-piercing Halberd, had a short beard, and appeared to be no older than his forties. His mere presence was like that of a world-shaking Demon, his imposing aura so formidable that no one dared to provoke him.

He was clad in Wu Pixiu Heavy Armor forged from Hundred-refined Steel, a great red cape draped over his shoulders. His hawk-like eyes were incredibly sharp. Astride his Red Blooded Steed, his bearing was extraordinary. He possessed both the battle-honed edge of a Military General and the stern pride of the Celestial Royal Family, as if he were born to be a king.

When Marquis Wuan saw the banner and then the man, he felt a profound sense of familiarity and cried out in surprise.

"It’s Prince Zhenbei!"

At the same time, another handsome young man with a short beard appeared, carrying the air of a refined scholar-general. A faint smile played on his lips.

"My dear son-in-law, you truly did not disappoint me."

"And Champion Marquis!"

An uproar immediately swept through the Great Yan Army.

They never imagined that, at a time like this, both Prince Zhenbei and Champion Marquis would arrive with reinforcements. Wasn’t Prince Zhenbei supposed to be guarding the Northwest Two States?

"Prince Zhenbei? Father-in-law?"

Lu Mingyuan was clearly stunned as well. He hadn’t expected to see the two of them here.

But his expression showed no joy.

He didn’t believe that even with the help of Prince Zhenbei and Champion Marquis, they could escape the current crisis.

But before he could even process it, a rain of sword light streaked across the heavens. A closer look revealed that it was a swarm of Sword Cultivators, descending upon this patch of heaven and earth like a plague of locusts.

"Great Nether Demoness, your rampage ends here!"

"We let your Holy Nether Army escape last time. This time, the Dao Alliance will not let you succeed!"

Numerous elders from the Immortal Families, riding clouds and mists, also appeared in mid-air, treading upon golden fog. They gazed dispassionately toward the Holy Nether Army’s position.

Seeing this, the great weight on Taiwei True Monarch’s heart was finally lifted.

’The reinforcements I called for have finally arrived.’

’His Highness bought us enough time.’

At this sight, the besieged Human Race Cultivators erupted in joyous celebration, their excitement palpable.

"It’s the Celestial Master’s Mansion!"

"And the Great Golden Cicada Temple!"

"Even the Tai Cang Immortal Mansion, one of the most reclusive powers in all the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, is here!"

Only now did Lu Mingyuan seem to finally understand what the so-called "backup plan" truly was.

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