Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 347: Chapter 61: The Shattered Altar of the Western State

Translator: 549690339

Zhao Huai looked at the still captivatingly long-legged Lu Wanqiu, and seemed to be transported back several years.

Back then in Jinzhou, he was a leisurely pawnshop shopkeeper, carefree and worry-free. He happened to meet Lu Wanqiu when she descended the mountain to expel demons, and thanks to a fox demon, the two of them had their first meeting.

She indeed greatly helped him at that time.

During the later period, Zhao Huai had tried to visit the Immortal Yearning Sect, but she was still in retreat, and the two did not meet.

Now, things have changed, five years had passed in a flash, and everything has becdifferent.

He has already cultivated to the Rebirth Realm, and is at the doorstep of achieving Ethereal Form in the Sword Skill Realm.

At the stime, she seems to have matured a lot, the youthful aura of the past has faded away, replaced by dignity and an ethereal aura.

Lu Wanqiu, tall and slender with pearly white skin, her snow-white long legs under her green lotus dress were outstanding amidst the desert gobi.

It seemed that the past years of retreat had been successful.

“It’s been years, and your cultivation has deepened considerably.”

Lu Wanqiu gazed at the upright figure of Zhao Huai and sighed.

Thinking back to when the two of them first met, her own cultivation level was above his.

However, as tpassed, the gap between them grew increasingly larger. After her retreat, she successfully broke through the Golden Core stage, but he had already reached the Rebirth Realm.

Even her master lord was only in the Rebirth Realm.

“I just made seffort.”

With regard to the compliment about his cultivation, Zhao Huai did not take it to heart, brushing it off with a smile.

Surprised gazes were cast upon the two of them chatting happily from the surrounding.

Clearly, these disciples of the Immortal Yearning Sect didn’t expect that their senior sister would know this mysterious senior.

The two of them even having a past relationship was truly hard to believe!

A ‘Mighty in the Rebirth Realm’, placed in any sect, would be of first-rate importance, either as an elder or as a distinguished guest. Expected to be treated with the utmost respect by anyone who meets them.

With a gentle smile, Lu Wanqiu opened her mouth to say: “After I cout of retreat, I heard a lot about you in Jinzhou. I heard that you are the crown prince of Yan Country, and you have such a connection with the Empress of Xia. Now with the Immortal Sect by your side, your identity and status makefeel a bit unfamiliar.”

“Since you already know, I won’t explain. Right now, I am in the Western State to prevent this disaster.” Zhao Huai glanced at the yellow-sanded Western State, his gaze becoming sharper.

Lu Wanqiu stared at Zhao Huai, saying: “All the great sects use your goal as their purpose. As long as we cultivators exist for a day, Central State will not be trampled by the Primitive World.”

Three years ago, not only did the Empress of Xia issue an order to expel the demons, but the Five Immortal Sects also dispatched their sect disciples to various altars. However, the results were minimal.

The altars were still ruined, innumerable demons poured into the Immortal World, and they could only guard the path leading to Central State, maintaining a certain order.

No one knew how long it could be maintained, but one more day was always one day more!

Committing to the fight for the future of the human race may sound grand, but the resolution and determination required for it are unimaginable.

A solemn expression appeared on Lu Wanqiu’s face. She said, “There is one more thing I must tell you. Stago, a large number of demon kings led their armies near the empress’s Anxi Prefecture. If we consider our fights here to be trivial, then the number of demons that Anxi Prefecture is facing head-on is an incredibly large number. A large number of cultivators from half of the sects have gathered in the big city under Anxi Prefecture, including several ancestors in the Metamorphosis Realm and a Mighty surviving the tribulation from the Immortal Sect.”

“Once a Demon Emperor-class existence appears, even with the help of the ancestors in the Metamorphosis Realm, I fear we will be unmatched against the numerous Demon Kings. This battle will be a tough one.”

“If you are going to Anxi Prefecture, you should hurry.”

Lu Wanqiu explained the situation in the Western State in general and reminded Zhao Huai.

“If that’s the case, then I can’t stay here any longer.” Zhao Huai furrowed his brows, took a deep breath, and then smiled slightly: “See you in the future, don’t die on the battlefield.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

Lu Wanqiu responded with a smile.

After bidding farewell to Lu Wanqiu, Zhao Huai travelled by flying sword.

He planned to go further to Anxi Prefecture.

Along the way, Zhao Huai passed through many places, including deep within the Western State and the edge of the Western State. These were once the territories of the Shenluo Empire, where countless common people and cultivators had lived in this yellow sand.

The view today, however, painted a picture of bloody red gobi, with sand and rocks as if soaked in blood. Even the sky was a dark red, giving off a very eerie feeling.

It seems that the Primitive World has occupied more than half of the Western State, leaving no space for the human race to survive here.Zhao Huai stopped at a bloody red weathered rock mountain and chipped off a piece of stone. He sniffed it and detected a faint smell of blood.

A battle of enormous scale had taken place here.

At the stime, he expanded his Divine Insight over a thousand miles, searching for traces of the Altar of the Western State.

The advantage of having a powerful spiritual power is that it will not be noticed by others. Even the spiritual power of a Demon King who has undergone a triple metamorphosis of flesh is far inferior to his.

Physical strength is an advantage of the Demon Race, while spiritual power is their weakness.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes and indeed found a strange area deep in the Western State. There were lots of broken spaces, and sareas even turned into a black void.

This indicated that the space here had been disrupted, and it was very likely the location of the altar.

Could it be that the Demon Race cto the Western State from here?

The destruction of the Altar of the Western State caused vast space fluctuations, which would surely leave a mark. The space here was chaotic, which made it highly likely.

But there were no Demon Race creatures to be seen here.

The reason was also easy to guess.

The harsh environment and the shattered space made it extremely dangerous for anyone or any demon near here. Any minor mistake could result in death in the spatial rift, as gruesas being torn apart.

The Demon Army did not value this place either. Instead, they kept expanding eastward, only lusting after the rich Central State.

As Zhao Huai gradually approached this area, all he saw were fragmented spaces. This region was hundreds of miles wide, resembling a chaotic realm.

Zhao Huai really didn’t understand how people entered these areas.

Or, how to get to the Primitive World.

He watched the giant rock being torn into pieces in the space rift and floating in an unstable space medium as if there was no gravity.

Only the spiritual qi was extremely abundant, flowing out of each rift with a gusty wind.

Zhao Huai could feel that on the other side of space, there was a much larger world with lush forests, ancient mountains, and primal rivers.

And there were several such worlds.

They all revolved around the Ascension Land, and the immortals might be watching him.

That’s what Zhao Huai thought.

“Anyway, it’s worth marking here.”

With a moment’s hesitation, he took out one of the few spiritual stones from his black ring, infused it with magic power, and casually placed it at the foot of a broken mountain.

As long as he followed the aura of magic power, he could find this place.

Zhao Huai then continued toward Anxi Prefecture.

After who knows how long, a magnificent city appeared in his sight. The city walls were thick and old, and a powerful formation was arranged around the city.

A large area in the city was packed with houses with upturned eaves and corners, and countless flying swords were parked on the city wall. At a glance, there were definitely more than three thousand.

Such a sight was quite shocking.

Three thousand flying swords suspended.

Battles broke out on the ground all the time, and they engaged in fierce battles with the sweeping Demon Army. Compared with the number of flying swords and cultivators, the number of demons was even more terrifying.

Rows upon rows of demonic beasts filled the area from one side of the mountain to the other, a thousand miles away. Even if The Mighty in the Rebirth Realm cand they didn’t move, and they kept slaughtering from today to a year and a half later, they probably wouldn’t be able to kill them all. They’d be exhausted.

The battle was extremely fierce, causing mountains to collapse and blood to flow like streams.

Human cultivators dressed differently according to their sects. Zhao Huai could tell from their attire that there were over a hundred sects fighting on the battlefield.

Splash

A large amount of blood splashed out, turning into a rain of blood. Both humans and demons suffered heavy casualties.

Once a human cultivator or soldier was killed, those ferocious beasts would rush up, open their huge bloody mouths, and gnaw the human corpse on the ground clean, leaving only a puddle of blood stains.

The scene before him was like the end of the world.