Chapter 2275: The Mystic Eye of Myriad Realms
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Destiny’s Creek was located at the foot of Mount Destiny. It flowed along the mountain, and it was several hundred feet wide at its widest point. It was like a great river.
At its narrowest point, it was less than a foot wide.
Its water was crimson like blood, with rising dense mist. There was no smell of blood; instead, there was a faint fragrance like an orchid’s scent, enticing people. Needless to say, the water was a drink that was even more precious than the Saint Spring.
They had yet to see the actual feast, but the spring water of Destiny’s Creek had already made the eyes of the servants and maidservants who had reached the Saint realm shine. Every one of them was like mortals who had been hungry for three days and three nights, unable to restrain the desire in their hearts.
It was no wonder that Infernal Court cultivators would fight over the seats for the Celestial-Hunting Festival.
Since there was a feast, of course, there was a hierarchy of seats.
Destiny’s Creek was like a human’s blood vessel, flowing from the highest point of the terrain all the way to the foot of Mount Destiny.
In the beginning, there was only one main stream that was hundreds of feet wide.
Not long after, the main stream split into ten, turning into ten great tributaries.
Each of the ten great tributaries was divided into ten small branches, turning into a hundred streams.
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Just like that, one split into ten; ten split into hundred; hundred split into a thousand…
In the end, when the stream flowed to the foot of the mountain, it was actually divided into ten thousand small tributaries that were less than a foot wide.
The seats for the cultivators attending the festival were located on both sides of the stream. Some sat near the main stream, while others sat near the tributaries. The difference between the two was obvious.
The seats were divided into
ten seats of honor, a hundred prime seats, a thousand secondary seats, ten third-tier seats, and a hundred thousand fourth-tier seats.
As soon as they passed through the Gate of Destiny, the cultivators from the ten clans all accelerated their speed using their own methods so they could occupy the best seats.
The ten seats of honor were the most honorable. They had the right to choose the food first. Naturally, they became the primary targets for the top Hundred-Shackle Realm elites who achieved Great Perfection.
The representative of Immortal Vampires for the seats of honor was the most powerful Lord Bladehell.
Lord Xia Yu also joined in.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t deliberately fight for the ten seats of honor. The so-called “right to choose the food first” wasn’t that attractive to him.
After all, each Supreme Saint attending the festival was entitled an Ampliofruit, the most precious food in the feast. Sitting on the seats of honor would at most allow him to choose the biggest one. It was insignificant.
The top elites of the ten clans would compete for ten seats of honor mainly because they wanted to display and show off their strength for fame and fortune. If a clan did not have a representative sitting on any seats of honor, the clan — from deities gods to ordinary cultivators — would be ridiculed by other clans.
The seat of honor representing the glory of the cultivators of a clan, could boost the morale of a clan’s cultivators. Hence, securing it became the top priority.
Above Destiny’s Creek was a Spatial Divine Mirror. The entire Infernal Court cultivators could watch everything that happened here.
Zhang Ruochen had read countless books, so he knew the Celestial-Hunting Festival well. Of course, he knew that that Spatial Divine Mirror was called the Mystic Eye of Myriad Realms.
It was indeed a Divine Artifact!
Legend had it that by activating the Mystic Eye of Myriad Realms, one could project the scene of the Celestial-Hunting Festival to myriad Macroworlds at the same time across layers of dimensions.
Most importantly, the Fane of Destiny would deliberately project the projection to myriad Macroworlds in Celestial Court, jokingly calling it an act of “celebrating with the Celestial Court.”.
Of course, all Macroworlds in the Celestial Court knew that the Celestial-Hunting Festival held once every thousand years in Infernal Court was both a show of strength and a deliberate provocation and humiliation.
Therefore, the deities of all Celestial Court Macroworlds would destroy the projection.
The common living beings in all Celestial Court Macroworlds couldn’t see the grand occasion of the Celestial-Hunting Festival at all. Only a very few high-level cultivators who followed the deities had the chance to witness it.
It could be said that every time the Celestial-Hunting Festival was held in Infernal Court, the cultivators of all Celestial Court Macroworlds would gnash their teeth in hatred.
Of course, the Macroworld, which had become a Battlefield of Merits, could not destroy the projection because its deity was not present. Hence, Infernal Court and Celestial Court cultivators on the Battlefield of Merits could witness all highlights of the festival with their own eyes.
Kunlun was one of such Macroworlds.
At this moment, a huge projection appeared in the sky above the major battlefields, cities, and sects of Kunlun, covering the entire sky. The projection was like an open picture scroll of blood vessels .
Upon closer inspection, they realized that the image projected was a blood-red creek.
The cultivators of Infernal Court were rushing into the two banks of that creek at their fastest speed, fighting for the best seats.
Except for Kunlun cultivators, almost all cultivators of other Macroworlds knew about the Celestial-Hunting Festival. They had long known that the Celestial-Hunting Festival would be held today, so they were not surprised.
On the contrary, they were looking forward to the Celestial-Hunting Festival as they wanted to understand the strength of the new generation of elites in Infernal Court.
After all, the Celestial-Hunting Festival was a grand event in Infernal Court. Although Kunlun cultivators didn’t know about it before, they had heard about it recently. The sudden appearance of the projection only scared ordinary people.
Many Kunlun’s Eastern Region cultivators gathered at Yunwu Commandery’s Royal Mountain. It had become a major force in Kunlun. Therefore, the festival was projected on the sky above there.
Blackie stood on a towering city wall outside Royal Mountain. While looking at the sky with its round and agile eyes, it said coldly, “Two months ago, we caught a Five-Tribulation Ghost Lord who claimed that Zhang Ruochen had defected to Immortal Vampires. Moreover, Zhang Ruochen was going to represent Bloodsky Clan of the Immortal Vampires in the Celestial-Hunting Festival.
“I want to see if Zhang Ruochen, the traitor, is still alive.”
BZZZZZZT!
Not far from Blackie, a 30-foot-wide black hole appeared out of thin air.
Han Qiu walked out of the black hole. Her piercing eyes were like lightning. She pointed her sword at Blackie and said coldly, “If you dare to curse again, I’ll cut off your cat claws.”
Blackie had recovered its Supreme Sainthood, but it was still afraid of Han Qiu, the increasingly powerful Master of Darkness.
The main reason was that this highly ambitious woman had a strong desire to dominate others. She was ruthless and intelligent. She had almost dominated all forces in Royal Mountain. Countless cultivators followed her lead.
When Zhang Ruochen had summoned Han Qiu back and given her a large amount of resources, he had asked her to unite Kunlun’s Eastern Region cultivators, who wanted to join him. In fact, he was preparing a way out. He wanted to support a powerful figure who could subdue and dominate all cultivators.
In this way, Kunlun’s Eastern Region wouldn’t be in chaos and get disunited during his absence.
Behind Han Qiu was Guardian Dragon Pavilion , which was full of talented people and elites. Hence, it wasn’t difficult for her to manage Eastern Region with the aid of a scholar like Shangguan Que, who was proficient in education, and a strong and powerful elite like Yan Liren.
However, what Zhang Ruochen didn’t expect was that Han Qiu had moved the headquarter of Eastern Region from Eastern Region Holy City to Royal Mountain.
Seeing the dark sword in front of him, Blackie was a little scared. “I didn’t curse him,” he said. “Why would I curse him?
“I’m just angry that he didn’t bring me along to Infernal Court for such an exciting trip.
“What’s more annoying is that he should have told us he was safe and alive. I should be the one who’s been sad for a long time.
“B*stard!”
After Blackie had recovered his Supreme Sainthood, it didn’t dare to leave Royal Mountain for fear of being discovered by Emissaries Vigilants.
Otherwise, it would have gone to Infernal Court long ago. Not only to find Zhang Ruochen but also to find Empress of Thousand Bones.
“Although he went Infernal Court, that doesn’t mean he has betrayed Kunlun. Until now, Heavenly Realm still prevaricate about what happened at Central Imperial City. They failed to give Kunlun a satisfactory explanation. However, everyone witnessed what master did in that battle. He had fought to the death for Kunlun. How many Infernal Court cultivators lost their lives to his sword?
“Even if he really joins the forces of Infernal Court, I believe that it’s either that he has no choice or there’s something he must do.”
Han Xue wore a spotless white robe. She was pure, like an immortal with graceful temperament. She stood at the edge of the city wall with Void Sword floating behind her back. Her bright and watery eyes looked at the projection in the sky.
Guardian Dragon Pavilion members, and Jin Yu and Bao Lie — the disciples of Emperor Ming — all showed up nearby.
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Central Imperial City.
Ziwei Palace had been renovated. Although it was not as magnificent as it used to be, it had regained its majestic grandeur.
Divine Scripture Maiden, Qing Mo, and Warrior Saint Canglan stood side by side. One was elegant and graceful; one was young and tender; the other was heroic. They stood on the balcony above the clouds and looked at the projection of the sky.
“I see it! I see it! That should be Zhang Ruochen. He’s really alive.” Qing Mo clenched her hands tightly and said cheerfully.
Although Zhang Ruochen had merged with his physical body from his previous life, his appearance was still sixty to seventy percent similar to that of this life. He had not completely changed.
Divine Scripture Maiden and Warrior Saint Canglan looked at Zhang Ruochen at the same time and stared at him.
Then, they looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
They were different from Qing Mo. They thought further and deeper. It was a good thing that Zhang Ruochen survived. But now that he had joined Infernal Court, they were life and death enemies.
If Zhang Ruochen didn’t treat them as life and death enemies and just pretended to join Infernal Court, he would be in danger and could die at any time.
In this way, they hoped that Zhang Ruochen had joined Infernal Court for real.
After experiencing so much, Warrior Saint Canglan’s fiery temper had mostly subsided. Her prejudice against Zhang Ruochen had long disappeared. More than that, she admired and understood Zhang Ruochen, and even had a trace of sympathy for him.
Warrior Saint Canglan said, “Do you think that the Empress, who is now in Celestial Court, is also paying attention to the Celestial-Hunting Festival?”
Divine Scripture Maiden smiled and shook her head slightly.
The feud and enmity between the Empress and Zhang Ruochen was no longer a secret after Zhang Ruochen’s identity was completely revealed. It had long been publicized by some forces with ill intention.
Some said that Empress Chi Yao had plotted to take over her fiancé’s territory; some said that Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongyue were the children of Empress Chi Yao and Zhang Ruochen; and some said that Empress Chi Yao and Zhang Ruochen had a close relationship and they had been keeping in touch; they were not as hostile as outsiders had imagined.
There were many different opinions. The news had long spread throughout Macroworlds, as if it was intended to destroy Empress Chi Yao’s reputation.
Surprisingly, Empress Chi Yao did not use divine power to block these opinions. Therefore, most cultivators guessed that these opinions were mostly true.
Some people pitied Zhang Ruochen, while others envied him.
After all, Empress Chi Yao was a female deity whose beauty could compete with Moon Goddess’. Zhang Ruochen was just a Supreme Saint, but he could share a bed with her. She was even willing to give birth to a son and a daughter for him. Who wouldn’t be envious?
Divine Scripture Maiden suddenly realized something. She gazed at the sky and said, “The one behind Zhang Ruochen… is really Fairy Shadowless of Soul Realm?”
“That person really looks like her.”
There was a strong light of hatred in Warrior Saint Canglan’s eyes, she smiled and said, “There has long been a rumor that Zhang Ruochen has captured Fairy Shadowless, Lian Xi, and brought her to Infernal Court. She has already submitted to Zhang Ruochen and is willing to be his slave and sleep with him every day.
“Hehe, serve the cultivators of Heavenly Realm and their allies right. Zhang Ruochen has become a real man this time.”
Divine Scripture Maiden frowned slightly and said, “The rumors may not be reliable.”
Warrior Saint Canglan stared at her and shook his head, he said, “My silly sister, Zhang Ruochen didn’t touch you. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to touch you, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.
“However, he’s a man after all. Moreover, the Lian Xi he captured is a peerless beauty, how could he let her go?
“If Zhang Ruochen acted so innocently in Infernal Court that he couldn’t even subdue an enemy, I’m afraid no cultivator would be afraid of him. He would definitely be greatly disadvantaged.
“Go ask all the cultivators from all Macroworld. How many believe that Lian Xi was still a virgin?
“Hehe, this is great. It’s really great. When I think of how Soul Realm cultivators, who see Lian Xi as a Scioness, wailing in pain, I feel so great.”
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Yanshen’s divine plane, the Fane of Merit.
Shang Ziyan saw Lian Xi in the projected image. He was filled with agony. He couldn’t help but let out a long howl to the sky. The howl made the flames in the divine plane burn even more vigorously.
“Ziyan, control your mind. Don’t harbor demons in your heart because of this.
“Yanshen’s voice sounded in the divine plane.
Shang Ziyan couldn’t calm down. His chest rose and fell. The rage within him was so great as if it could burn the heavens. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Zhang Ruochen has been the demon in my heart for a long time.”
In Kunlun, Shang Ziyan hadn’t died at Zhang Ruochen’s hands.
Bloodbairn had kept a large amount of Shang Ziyan’s blood. Five-colored Merit Stele had preserved all of his soul fragments.
Shang Ziyan was a descendant that was highly valued by a big shot in the Heaven Realm. The big shot had sent him to the Fane of Merit to practice, intending to train him to become the future ruler of the Fane of Merit.
Now, with the help of that big shot, Shang Ziyan used his blood as the activator to forge Five-colored Merit Stele into a new body. In other words, he had the Five-colored Merit Physique.
Looking up again at Lian Xi, who was behind Zhang Ruochen, Shang Zitao wanted to cry. It was all his fault for losing to Zhang Ruochen. If he could kill Zhang Ruochen, Lian Xi would not have faced such humiliation.
It was hard to imagine how miserable and desperate she was in Infernal Court.
“Remember the humiliation and pain now. Practice hard. Next time you meet Zhang Ruochen, let him have a taste of pain.
“Today, I want you to see the projection of the Celestial-Hunting Festival so you can understand clearly how powerful the new-gen Infernal Court cultivators have become.
“Even Zhang Ruochen can’t rival them,” said Yanshen.
