The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 363 - 233: Fellow Daoists, Draw Your Swords with Me: The Human Race’s Ascension Platform, Beyond the Celestial Gate

Below the walls of Yulu Pass.

The yellow sands stretched on endlessly. On a nearby hilltop, tombstones stood in dense, countless rows, each one bearing a name.

And on the battlements above.

The world fell deathly silent as demonic winds began to howl. A deathly miasma swirled wantonly across the battlefield. One by one, skeletal Undead clawed their way out of the earth, letting out vicious shrieks.

A swarming horde of Barbaric Beasts, legions of Rakshasa, Asura, and Evil Ghosts, swept across the lands for miles beyond the Great Wall. Their boundless Evil Qi and deathly aura converged, coalescing into a terrifying, abyss-like face.

At the center of the dark clouds, two fissures slowly tore open, like a pair of enormous eyes. Golden, amber-like Dragon Eyes stood out, impossible to miss.

The moment the demonic eyes appeared, everyone felt an immense pressure bear down upon their hearts.

"This is bad! It’s a Fourteenth Realm Great Demon."

The elite border troops, fearless in the face of death, had formed their battle arrays to resist the charge of the Demon Country’s Wolf Riders. The Defender, Zhao Xuanwu, stood at the very forefront. Gritting his teeth, he gripped his saber and bore the brunt of the immense Demon Power surging from the front.

Before long, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even his body of a Celestial Martial Artist was torn and battered. He was sent flying backward, crashing into the ruins of the ramparts.

Whether it was the reclusive cultivators in the nearby town or the many Garrison Commanders, none were spared. They were all sent flying by the terrifying shockwave of pressure, their bodies riddled with bloody holes.

The Rakshasa Demon Generals of the Great Netherworld seized the opportunity, reaping the lives of the soldiers.

Soon, another Middle Fifth Grade General of the Great Yan Dynasty fell in a pool of blood, his physical body pulverized.

In an instant, the entirety of Yulu Pass was in grave peril!

"The Celestial Mandate of the Central Plains Dynasty is in flux and the country is unstable. This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for us!"

"In this battle, we must capture thousands of Human Race slaves to take back with us!"

Just as the many Demon Fiends were gleefully preparing to scale the Great Wall, a hundred-meter-tall precipice, a heaven-piercing beam of Sword Qi slashed down before them.

BOOM!!

The Sword Qi was so powerful it tore a massive fissure in the ground, instantly burying a thousand corpses of the Demon Race.

"Who was that?!"

Many Demon Kings and other vile, demonic creatures looked toward the battlements, their eyes filled with sinister resentment.

At that very moment, a young man in a simple white robe appeared on the battlements, sword in hand. His eyes shone like stars, and his posture was ramrod straight. His long black hair flowed freely, his wide sleeves billowing in the wind.

The young man’s gaze was preternaturally firm. Even facing an army a million strong, he showed not a single trace of fear.

Lu Mingyuan gazed upon the familiar scene as memories from his first life—and his death—flooded his mind.

In this life, he was a descendant of an Ancient Sword Immortal.

Now, witnessing firsthand these scenes of the border ravaged by Demon Fiend invasions just after the founding of the Great Yan Dynasty, a profound sense of sorrow welled up within him.

’This is just an experience, just a simulation.’

’But in actual history, there really was a group of Cultivators like this, who guarded this stretch of the Great Wall for generations.’

’Without their sacrifice, the later golden age of the Great Yan Dynasty would never have come to be.’

’The predecessors paved the way for their descendants to prosper.’

An experience like this would temper his Daoxin immensely and would surely be of great benefit to his future Cultivation.

’This life is different from the last two. This time, I am stronger than ever before.’

’In other words, this time, I’m the main character.’

Lu Mingyuan ran his fingers along the three-foot blade of his sword, murmuring, "I’ve spent thirty years in Cultivation this life. Let’s see what secrets this world still has left to reveal."

With that, in an instant, Lu Mingyuan raised the sword that had been pointing at the ground, thrusting it toward the heavens.

"Fellow Daoists, draw your swords with me! Let us slay that Fourteenth Realm Great Demon!"

His resonant voice transformed into vast, ethereal ripples of sound that spread for ten thousand li in every direction.

These words immediately triggered a world-shaking change.

Countless streaks of rainbow light shot up from all directions. Among them were Sword Cultivators and Martial Artists, Enlightened Monks of the Buddhist Sect, reclusive Grandmasters of the Jianghu, and esteemed teachers and Confucian Scholars from the Academies...

On the battlefield, a horned Great Demon stared at the proud, solitary figure standing atop the battlements, a look of confusion in its eyes:

"What’s going on? Yulu Pass only ranks seventh among the ten major strongholds of the Great Wall. How could such a powerful Human Race Cultivator be stationed here?"

It made a preliminary estimate.

The human male’s Cultivation must have reached the Thirteenth Realm. In the terms of the Human Race, that was an Earth Immortal, a Human Immortal of the current era.

In any of the great continents, he would be considered a peerless, top-tier expert.

As his call echoed out, Lu Mingyuan sensed an invisible power surging toward him from the world around him.

Some of it came from the tombstones near the town. Some came from the Confucian Temples of the Haoran Continent. Still more came from the thousands upon thousands of Blessed Land Cave Heavens of the Taoist Sects on the Cyan Nether Continent...

’It’s the deceased seniors of past generations, and the current sages, patriarchs, and Sect Masters of the various continents... They are lending me their Destiny...’

An incredibly powerful aura erupted from Lu Mingyuan!

Mid Stage Human Immortal Realm.

Human Immortal Realm Perfection.

Early Stage Ascension Realm.

Late Stage Ascension Realm!

Lu Mingyuan felt his Cultivation reach an unprecedented level of power. He gazed at his palm. This incomparable strength felt as if he could grasp the entire world in his hand. It felt as if no one, no matter who they were, could possibly be his opponent. The sensation was utterly intoxicating.

’So this is the power of the Fourteenth Realm?’

However, he knew what he had to do. Clad in white, Lu Mingyuan bore the Destiny of countless souls. He completely revealed his Realm, holding nothing back, and reached out to grip his Battle Sword.

He shot off in a streak of rainbow light, the very picture of a Sword Immortal.

From the unseen void, many eyes silently watched this scene unfold against the canopy of the sky.

When that sword strike landed, it transformed into a terrifying, towering shockwave that surged to the heavens, scouring clean all life within a thousand li of the Great Wall.