Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 324: 46: The Call of the Crow Immortal (Happy May 1st!)

Translator: 549690339

In Western State, a hundred countries stand tall amidst the winds and sands. Initially, it was a territory disdained and unoccupied by emperors throughout Central State. However, a thousand years ago, a messenger of the Immortal appeared on the yellow soil of the Western sand, and with the protection of the divine residence, it became a prosperous land of faith.

However, several hundred years had passed since the last divine manifestation, and the various countries found themselves entangled in endless internal strife.

Cultivators from Central State interpreted this history as the immortal blessing of the Ascension Land – that is, the miraculous signs brought by the ascending ones who returned to the lower realm.

In fact, not only Western State, but also in the Ancient Period, Central State had many Human Immortal Ancestors stationed there. The Immortal World was thriving incomparably, enjoying a magnificent era of Immortal Cultivation unlike any seen in ten thousand years.

Deep into the night in Yellow Sand City of the Diluo Country.

A purplish moon could be seen rising above the ancient city, seemingly revealing ethereal clouds slowly rising in the night sky. This was because a grand ceremony was hidden within the ancient city.

At the end of the bustling streets was a huge castle guarded by silver-armored knights on both sides of its corridors, solemn and respectful.

The bonfire banquet in the center was very lively.

A nobleman with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets stood before a silver-haired woman in a black cloak.

The nobleman bowed respectfully and said, “Respected Saintess, I hope you can stay in Diluo Country. We need your help. The iron cavalry of the Shenluo Empire is about to tread on our land, and the religious invasion of the Sorceress Sect has made our Cross King’s Army afraid to take up arms, our army is retreating continuously.”

The beautiful side profile of the silver-haired woman, and her eyes as bright as the stars, belonged to none other than the fugitive Holy Maiden of the Raven Sect, Yin Nanyu.

Ever since she had been released from Raven Sect’s prison by a confidant, she had fled from the north of the Western State to the south.

She was now within the territory of Diluo Country.

Originating from Ancient Times, the Western State was home to many countries, with the three largest kingdoms being Shenluo, Tianluo, and Diluo. They were once a vast country, but later splintered into three through the course of history.

Over the past ten years, the Shenluo Kingdom has annexed many smaller countries and defeated the Tianluo Kingdom, gaining a vast amount of land as a result. Located near Central State on the east side of Western State, they absorbed a lot of Yan Country’s culture and subsequently renamed themselves as the Shenluo Empire.

In recent years, the Shenluo Empire has grown stronger and stronger, putting the Diluo Country in the south under threat. The nobles are worried, but fortunately for them, among the three major ancient religions in the Western State, the messenger of the Raven Sect – Holy Maiden Yin Nanyu – had come to their territory.

Yin Nanyu glanced at him lightly and said indifferently, “I will stay in Diluo Country for the time being, but the Raven Sect won’t help much.”

“This…”

The nobleman hesitated for a moment.

“What, do you have no confidence in me alone?”

Yin Nanyu raised her eyebrows.

News of her trial within the sect had not yet reached Diluo Country, and in their eyes, she was still the Holy Maiden of the Raven Sect.

In reality, she was nothing more than a fugitive.

During this time, she had to regroup and form her own organization.

A true Raven Sect.

“No offense, no offense. As long as the Saintess is here, the Sorceress Sect wouldn’t dare run rampant,” said the nobleman apologetically.

“How are the preparations for the ceremony?”

“The Raven Rite will begin soon.”

Yin Nanyu nodded in satisfaction, then walked straight into the castle’s hall. As she looked at the frightened slaves, she gazed thoughtfully at the spiraling stairs and second-floor assembly hall.

She stepped onto the stairs, her delicate jade hand resting on the railing. After reaching the second floor, she looked down at the slaves who would be receiving the ceremony.

These people would soon become her most loyal followers.

Wearing her cloak, Yin Nanyu stood on the high ground, her expression unseen by the nobleman. However, he was certain that the Respected Saintess was satisfied.

“The ceremony can begin,” said the nobleman cautiously.

Many of the slaves looked around curiously, wondering about the ceremony.

Yin Nanyu’s eyes were cold, and as she raised a hand, a chill in the air was interwoven with faint silver glowing magic power around her.

In the empty hall, Yin Nanyu’s body slowly rose like a rising blue star. As her eyes flashed with a bluish arc, she shouted:

“Formation, activate.”

A dazzling and incomparable radiance emitted from the ground of the Main Hall, revealing the intricate formation inscriptions hidden beneath.

All those present looked toward the crow totem above, filled with awe.

Everyone stood within the formation, as insignificant as ants. In the center of the formation, a huge sphere of light hung in mid-air, and within its dazzling brilliance, the vague shadow of a black crow could be faintly seen.

After the formation was activated, invisible forces of faith were drawn out from everyone’s bodies.

Entering the glowing crow totem.

At this moment, the raven cultists dared not speak, kneeling on the ground with devout worship.

Then, the woman in the black cloak recited a spell, initiating the second phase of the mysterious ceremony.

One by one, blue spheres of light entered the bodies of those present, causing great changes to occur.

“My head hurts! What’s happening?”

“What’s going on?”

The crowd wailed and complained incessantly as intricate marks emerged on everyone’s bodies. The marks linked together, forming the shape of a crow.

These people were branded with the mark of the raven. Their body surfaces shimmered with symbols, and their eyes also underwent a transformation.