Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 401(END)
Chapter 401: Chapter 103 – Ultimate Destiny, The Return of the Fairy King (Grand Finale) _1
Translator: 549690339
Between Heaven and Earth, the Immortal Path reopens.
An immortal rain descends, causing everyone to kneel and pray.
The people of the Heavenly Devil Palace look at each other, unsure of what to do next.
The battle between the Devil Lord and Crow Immortal comes to a halt, seemingly heralding the end of this great battle.
“How could the Respected Devil Lord be defeated! How could he be defeated!”
Situ Huan gazes at the gradually dissipating illusion of the Devil Lord in the sky, muttering in disbelief.
Zhao Huai notices this and grips the reincarnation treasured mirror in his hand, pouring his divine light into it, and strikes Situ Huan with all his might.
“Bang!”
“Die!”
Zhao Huai yelled coldly; even if the Immortal Path reopens and the Devil Lord descends, anyone who dares to harm his daughter, including Situ Huan, must die!
Within a blink, he reaches Situ Huan, placing his hand on top of his head and squeezing hard.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a burst of bloody mist, Situ Huan’s head exploded like a watermelon, and his weak body fell quickly into the pool of blood.
It revealed his unblemished Rebirth Realm body hidden inside, but this spark of Rebirth Realm too was held in Zhao Huai’s hand. An orange fire appeared in his palm, while Zhao Huai coldly said,
“Situ Huan, you released the Devil Lord and plunged the Immortal World into suffering. You are the primary criminal and must be punished!”
“I want you to be burned by the fire of karma; you shall not have a good end for a thousand years!”
He took out a jade bracelet from the black ring to imprison the soul, and threw Situ Huan’s Rebirth Realm into it. Along with the burning of the true fire and the screams of the little Rebirth Realm man, once it entered the jade bracelet, all noises ceased.
The next second, Zhao Huai embraced the unconscious Zhao Ruyue. His face was full of heartache as he channeled all his magical power to nurture her depleted energy.
After a while, the eyelashes on Zhao Ruyue’s young face began to tremble slightly, as if she sensed the person in front of her.
“Daddy… you finally came.”
“Dad, I feel so cold…”
Zhao Ruyue slowly opened her eyes. Even though her voice was weak, a smile appeared on the corners of her pale lips.
“Ruyue, I have let you suffer.”
Zhao Huai looked at the pale Zhao Ruyue, his eyes full of heartache. He hugged his daughter even tighter, continuously comforting her:
“Your brother and your mother are still waiting for you to return. Wake up, don’t sleep anymore.”
Then, holding Zhao Ruyue in his arms, Zhao Huai looked up at the sky bursting with golden light, revealing a corner of the Heavenly Palace and the immortals.
The reopening of the Immortal Path means that other beings, demons, and strange spirits from the six worlds will also come here. For the cultivators of the Immortal World, this might be a blessing, but for the majority, it is a more brutal competition.
As the last prince of the Yan Empire, now that he has ascended the throne, he bears the responsibility to protect every citizen under the Yan Empire.
“All this shall end here.”
Zhao Huai’s eyes gradually became sharper as he took out the long-lost golden bronze coin.
The coin carried the ancient and timeless marks and seemed to have always been this way since the beginning.
Holding the coin in his hand, Zhao Huai looked up at the starry sky, and pronounced each word clear:
“If you came to me to guide me out of my predicament, turn misfortune into blessing, and attain the immortal path, then now, please give me a sign. Tell me, where is the future of the Immortal World, and the world itself!”
“Let the divination begin!”
Having said that, Zhao Huai tossed the golden bronze coin. Accompanied by the radiant golden light filled with immortal energy, the coin shone.
[Misfortune and fortune depend on each other, let’s see]
[Everyone seeks themselves, the thousands of Hexagram, all come from the heart]
[The dragon falls on a shallow beach, Heaven won’t abandon it]
[Ancestral Weapon brings fortune, the fortune Hexagram is formed.]
[Excellent Hexagram, integrate the Ancestral Weapon, continue the relationship through reincarnation, and keep the soul from dissipating forever without reincarnation, able to obtain the Immortal King Destiny (Immortal Grade)]
“Past life…”
Zhao Huai looked at the guide in front of him, murmuring to himself.
He placed Zhao Ruyue on a rock, took out the shining reincarnation treasured mirror, and finally made up his mind at that moment.
“Alright!”
Zhao Huai looked up, his finger touching the reincarnation treasured mirror. His spiritual consciousness poured into the Ancestral Weapon, and at that moment, all the memories of previous lives flashed back.
This included the memories of Zhao Yan, the past and present of the Heavenly Palace that spanned over ten thousand years, countless generations of reincarnations, and naturally, the memories of the Blue Star.
This golden coin had always been with him.
Turns out, he had always been the “one”.
In ancient times, he obtained the reincarnation treasured mirror and was coveted by one of the four Immortal Kings, the Primitive Immortal King. In the conflict, he was killed, leaving only a fragment of the soul, which used the reincarnation treasured mirror to reincarnate.
In the second world, he unified the human world, became Ancestor Yan, changed his name to Zhao Yan, and built the Yan Empire.
After ascending, he was targeted by many immortals, and was not welcomed in the six worlds.
To save the Immortal World, before ascending, he left the life-bound treasure of the divination coin, and a fragment of his soul.
When Prince Zhao Huai of the Yan was born, he bestowed the life-bound magical treasure, the divination coin, with the purpose to continue the legacy of the Yan Empire, secretly protecting his future self until the end of the reincarnation cycle.
At this moment, Zhao Huai understood everything. There was a divine light in his eyes, and a fire pattern shone between his eyebrows.
A legendary quality destiny flew out from the golden bronze coin and entered Han Ye’s body.
[One-Generation Immortal King (High-Level Immortal Grade): Naturally tabooed, steals the creation of the Six Paths, does not fall into reincarnation, connects for ten thousand years, and dominates the long river of years.]
Zhao Huai felt the gentle golden light on his fingertip, and stepped on the ascending platform with one foot.
Next, a solid golden staircase appeared beneath his feet.
With each step Zhao Huai took, he could feel the divine power within him grow more solid, and the laws of heaven and earth within him kept increasing.
The comprehension of his realm was also strengthening step by step.
It seemed as if there was a force in the universe guiding him, helping him.
Making him stronger.
There were a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.
Each step was incredibly tall.
The closer he got to the sky, the larger his body became. By the halfway point, his body was a thousand feet high.
Soon…
With the last step, he reached the top of the Heavenly Palace and beheld the starry sky adorned with countless stars.
It was so full of unknowns.
He turned around sharply only to realize that he had reached the end of the world.
The heavens above were the myriad of worlds.
Below were the countless beings of the Immortal World.
His eyes were beaming with divine radiance, sweeping across the many demons coveting the six heavens and earths.
The massed army of the Respected Devil Lord in the Heavenly Devil World all felt a strong sense of crisis.
A god was watching them coldly.
At one glance, countless ghosts, villains, and demons came to an empty place and were annihilated, bodied and souled.
The sky’s rainbow-colored auspicious clouds rumbled.
Myriad gods, Buddhas, and immortals sensed a familiar breath returning, each looking shocked.
The moment Zhao Huai returned to his position, they were destined to lose.
“Be gone.”
The ethereal divine sound echoed through heaven and earth.
Announcing the end of one era and the advent of a new one.
Twenty years later.
The autumn air was high and refreshing, the night sky full of stars, and the imperial city’s lights were in the thousands.
The Great Yan Capital City, the imperial walls soaring high, the black eaves and glaze tiles neatly aligned. The imperial capital that had stood for eight hundred years was renamed “Zhao”.
Only at the gate of the imperial city, there was a new statue. A hundred feet tall, this bronze statue of a white-robed man with star-like eyes and a stern countenance stood like a god, blessing the world of Yan.
Ever since the restart of the immortal path twenty years ago, since Yan and Xia Country merged into one, the world restored its former tranquility. The common people lived in peace and worked happily, cultivators trained diligently, oblivious to world affairs, sect disciples lived a relaxed and natural life, free from worldly temptations.
The Shenwu Gate of the old days, after several renovations, restored its former glory.
Deep in the palace, behind the vermilion walls, in a corner of the pavilion by the waterside, a tall woman with a plum-patterned palace dress was feeding the fish in the lake, where hundreds of red and green carps were gathered together, eating happily.
Only, no one knew why the lady who was casting the feed kept doing so, showing no signs of stopping.
“Mother, you’re daydreaming again. All the fish feed has been sprinkled.”
A deep magnetic voice resounded from the side. Casting his eyes over, it was a tall young man in a dark python robe.
His eyebrows were sharp like a sword, his facial features handsome and upright, born with royal bone features, and he was indeed handsome.
“Thinking about your father again?”
Zhao Ping’an came next to the woman and spoke softly.
Yu Qinghan’s slanted eyes were still as spirited as ever, as if the years had left no traces on her face. She forced a smile and said, “If your father were here, he would be very pleased. Our son has become a mature emperor.”
Zhao Ping’an smiled slightly, as if recollecting a memory, and said softly, “Father always taught me to strive in life and be steady in my work, whether it’s cultivation or governance, this counsel has been extremely useful.”
He looked at the sky and murmured under his breath without realizing that the autumn leaves were already yellow: “If I calculate the time, my little sister should be back soon. She went to the Wuji Immortal Gate to study for three years, and today is the last day.”
No sooner had he thought this than the sound of the Imperial Guards’ announcement was heard outside the garden.
“Greetings, Princess Huai’an!”
A girl of tender age with bright eyes, exquisite eyebrows, and a snowy complexion, dressed in a green shirt, with a smile on her face, and her hair in a high ponytail, threw her walking sword to the guard then quickly entered the pavilion.
“Brother, Mother, I’m back!”
Even Zhao Ping’an couldn’t help but compliment, “I haven’t seen Ru Yue in three years, but she’s become increasingly beautiful. She is blossoming into a beauty, and she is just as charming as Mother was in her younger days!”
At this, Zhao Ruyue’s cheeks revealed a pear vortex and she smiled, “Brother’s words are as sweet as ever!”
She glanced around and asked,
“Dad isn’t back yet?”
“Not yet, it’s been twenty years since the ten-year deadline, but Father has said that he will come back.”
Yu Qinghan looked at a corner of the sky and smiled gently,
“Your father is here, he’s always here.”
At this moment, one of the stars in the sky seemed to respond, twinkling lightly.
Meanwhile, a golden figure flashed and disappeared under the moonlight, the bronze statue at the gate of the imperial city shone with golden light as if coming to life, and the golden light converged to the space above the lake.
Zhao Ruyue and Zhao Ping’an looked surprised and delighted, both shouting in unison,
“Dad!”
