Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 316: 43: The Empress of Xia Country, My Wife!

Translator: 549690339

Above the sky.

Between the mountains, an incredibly strong wave of magic power spread out, sweeping through more than half of Nanyu Prefecture.

Almost all the cultivators felt the pressure and were terrified, and some speculated that there were powerful individuals battling nearby.

Zhao Huai asked Zhou Ping and Dongfang Xuan, “Can the two of you roughly determine the realms of the two Bodhisattvas? At which level of the Rebirth Realm are they?”

Dongfang Xuan pondered for a moment and gave the answer, “They are probably at the peak of the Rebirth Realm—the old monk is much stronger than the old woman.”

Zhou Ping smiled faintly, “I have only recently reached the Rebirth Realm, and can deal with cultivators in the Middle Rebirth Stage. I sensed Dongfang Xuan’s strength on our way here, and she is above me, having reached the Late Rebirth Stage. We may not be able to defeat them outright, but harassing them and forcing them to retreat should not be a problem.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huai was still surprised.

The lifespan of a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm is around 800 to 1,000 years.

The two of them appeared so young, probably not more than 100 years old, and their talent among their peers was extraordinary.

As the inheritors of the guardian duties of the Heavenly Earth Altar, their innate talents could not possibly be poor.

Especially Dongfang Xuan, who was chosen by the previous general of Yan country, which showed that she must have exceptional qualities.

In the pine forest, after the battle of divine skills, the old woman Bodhisattva who was controlling the green snake sensed that two cultivators in Rebirth Realm were approaching.

Knowing that the plan to target Yan Country had failed, she signaled the old monk next to her to prepare for departure.

“Let’s go.”

Granny Su Li and Yang Biao had fought against the two Bodhisattvas from the Sorceress Sect for two hours, and had consumed a lot of magic power, so they did not give chase.

After reaching the Rebirth Realm, it becomes quite difficult to kill a cultivator.

Cultivators not only possess the ability to escape quickly, but also quickly recover, given a short period of time.

Regenerating severed limbs is a minor feat. Even if their brains are damaged, their hearts explode, or their waists are severed, they can recover rapidly.

Upon hearing the command, the old monk nodded and waved his big hand, a golden lotus appeared beneath his feet, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Before leaving, the old woman Bodhisattva sneered:

“By offending Shenluo Empire, your Yan Country will not have a good end.”

When Granny Su Li saw Dongfang Xuan and Zhou Ping rushing towards her, a faint smile appeared on her face, saying:

“It seems that there are successors among the previous generals of Yan Country.”

At a glance, she could see the background of the two, and their cultivation techniques felt familiar from what she had seen hundreds of years ago.

“There was a major incident at the Western State Altar, and our ancestor sent me to assist.”

Zhou Ping bowed to Granny Su Li in greeting.

Before him stood someone of a very high generation, similar in age to his elders in the family, and he should respect her as his senior.

“What exactly is the situation in Western State?” Dongfang Xuan hurriedly asked.

Yang Biao explained solemnly, “There are a total of nine Heavenly Earth Altars in the Western State, and five have been lost. Half a month ago, several powerful Seventh-Realm Demon Lords targeted them. Under normal circumstances, the Demon Race should not be able to break through our blockade. I suspect someone is sabotaging us behind the scenes and secretly helping the Demon Race.”

“Seventh-Realm Demon Lords?”

Upon hearing this news, Zhao Huai frowned slightly.

Among the demons, the First Realm is for Enlightening Wisdom, the Second Realm is for transformation, and the Third Realm is called the Demon King after Core Formation. Like the human race’s cultivation, the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Realms correspond to the different levels of the human race’s Rebirth Realm, while the Seventh-Realm Demon Lord is as powerful as the Metamorphosis Stage cultivators.

The Ninth-Realm Demon Emperor is like the human race’s cultivators who survive in superior tribulation, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, as massive as the stars and mountains.

“Now that the Shenluo Empire is blocking us, I’m afraid it will be difficult for us to go to the Western State.”

Zhao Huai said so.

At the same time, he was thinking to himself:

If he could get the help of Madam, perhaps he could eliminate the Shenluo Empire, then drive the Northern Wolf Empire out of the Central State, and perhaps the problems could be solved.

“It’s a pity that when Yan Country perished, we couldn’t exit the mountains.”

Zhou Ping lamented.

If Yan Country could still maintain its previous glory, what could the Shenluo Empire amount to? They could be annihilated with a snap of their fingers.

A hundred years ago, the Shenluo Empire did not have the power it has today; it was just one of the countries in the Western States, not yet having risen to prominence.

Granny Su Li said, “Ancestor Yan Zu’s Edict is for no one except the Lord of Yan Country to leave the altar. Those who violate this will be subjected to the Heavenly Power’s backlash. This is the ancestral law laid down by our predecessors and cannot be changed.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huai felt speechless.

Why was there such an ancestral law?

It was not humane at all.

Even if their own country was destroyed, they were not allowed to return.

However, upon further thought, the responsibility of guarding the Heavenly Earth Altar was indeed much more important than the Yan Country itself.

“I’ll find a way to deal with the Western State situation. Before that, please wait here in Nanyu Prefecture.”

Zhao Huai said to the four generals.

He was determined to establish communication with the Xia Country; otherwise, everything would always be restricted.

The battle came to an end.

Zhao Huai returned to the streets of Nanyu Prefecture, where the damaged streets were being repaired. Many wounded Yan Country sergeants were also carried away.

The Western Evil Mink Monk had disappeared, evidently rescued by his comrades.

Gazing upon the tragic scene before him, Zhao Huai was filled with complex feelings.

Facing powerful enemies, he could always wield his sword and kill them. But when he saw people hurt and bleeding because of him, or even sacrificing their lives,

He could not help but reflect on whether he had done anything wrong.

No, he didn’t do anything wrong.