The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 211 - 165: Blessed with Dragon Fortune, Ascending to the Ninth Realm, Dragon Gate

After the battle in the Yellow Sand Valley was over, Lu Mingyuan dug a large pit and buried Lu Guangyao inside. He erected a memorial tombstone. Having done this much, he felt he had done all that could be expected of him.

He focused his mind on the corpses of the Poison Scorpion Demon King and the desert scorpions littering the ground.

A Taotie Visualization Image, rendered in blood-red flames, appeared in his mind. It stood like a divine being, unmoving as the ages passed.

The corpses rapidly withered as countless strands of Blood Essence transformed into streams of energy that flowed into Lu Mingyuan’s Acupoints.

At the same time, the Taotie Visualization Image became exceptionally clear. With its goat-like body, human face, eyes under its armpits, tiger’s teeth, and human claws, it looked vividly lifelike.

Once the absorption was complete,

Lu Mingyuan’s aura shifted. Waves of heat rolled off his back, and his presence became overwhelming. Gradually, a blood-red phantom rose behind him—an apparition that had taken the form of a Taotie.

As his Cultivation of the Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture advanced, the Taotie Divine Being had now become his personal phenomenon.

’The Blood Essence in this Demon King was incredibly potent, comparable to seven Hundred Treasures Level Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasures.’ After absorbing the Demon King’s power, Lu Mingyuan felt his strength had soared.

At the same time, an invisible, mighty force washed over him, leaving him feeling invigorated. This had to be the feedback from the Dragon Fortune.

The Third Prince’s Dragon Fortune was clearly far stronger than the Fourth Prince’s.

He opened his status panel to see the specifics.

[Cultivation Technique: Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture - Divine Sensing Chapter (Ninth Floor: 405,600/500,000)]

The infusion of Dragon Fortune granted him 100,000 points.

The single Eighth Realm Demon King had provided 50,000 points.

His total had skyrocketed from roughly 250,000 to over 400,000.

The Demons he had killed before had only offered a thousand or two thousand nourishment points each. A Demon King truly was a Demon King—a walking treasure trove.

Lu Mingyuan clicked his tongue in amazement.

He was now very close to the Dragon Gate Realm.

After some thought, Lu Mingyuan decided to break through to the Dragon Gate Realm before making another move. In this Little World, every bit of extra strength was an added layer of security.

If he could break through to the Dragon Gate Realm, he would be the strongest in the Ninth Realm with his nine thousand Acupoints. He could even contend with a Tenth Realm Cultivator. The power boost would be enormous!

He took out the Heaven-Controlling Bottle. He had accumulated about a hundred drops of the Jade Jade Liquid inside—the result of over half a year of saving. If he consumed it all, it should be enough to make the final push.

At this thought, Lu Mingyuan no longer hesitated.

He uncorked the bottle and consumed all of the Jade Jade Liquid.

Each drop was a crystal-clear green droplet of incomparable purity, condensed from the very Essence of Heaven and Earth. It was immensely beneficial for a Martial Artist’s Cultivation.

After he consumed it,

A tremendous power immediately erupted within Lu Mingyuan’s body, a violent, turbulent flow that resembled a green vortex. He watched as the numbers on his panel began to change.

405,600.

435,000.

450,000.

460,000.

It finally stopped at [Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture - Divine Sensing Chapter (Ninth Floor: 460,000/500,000)]

The Jade Jade Liquid had provided nearly 60,000 nourishment points. He was just a little bit away from his breakthrough.

’If only there were another Demon King.’

Lu Mingyuan rubbed his chin. He swept the area with his Primordial Consciousness but didn’t find a single Great Demon.

It seemed his hope of finding a Demon King to close the gap was dashed.

At this critical moment, he suddenly remembered the Golden Carp Dragon Pill that Daoist Xu had given him.

From the Jade Pendant stored within one of his Acupoints, he retrieved a white porcelain bottle.

It was a beautiful porcelain bottle, yet it contained only a single pill, a testament to its importance.

Lu Mingyuan opened it and took a sniff.

A fresh, breezy fragrance, like facing the ocean, filled his nostrils.

He poured out the pill. A golden, cloud-patterned pill rested in his hand, emitting a sweet fragrance. A faint illusion of a fish-dragon soaring through mist materialized above it, and he could vaguely hear the cry of a dragon.

The Golden Carp Dragon Pill was exquisite. Its cloud patterns were so lifelike it seemed priceless. For a moment, Lu Mingyuan was reluctant to eat it.

But to survive in this Little World, he had to.

Besides, the pill was meant for breaking through to the Dragon Gate Realm anyway.

’I just wonder what Daoist Xu meant by its "miraculous effect"...’

Lu Mingyuan decided to use the valley for his breakthrough. He had already dispatched his Shadow Warriors to scout the area and confirmed it was deserted, with no members of the Demon Race around to cause trouble.

If any humans or demons approached, he would have his Heavenly Shadow Warrior stand guard.

The Dragon Tribulation, in full, was the "Tribulation of the Fish Leaping the Dragon Gate." For a Martial Artist to break through to the Ninth Realm Dragon Gate, they had to overcome it. During this process, the Primordial Qi within the Acupoints of the Sea-Viewing Realm would gradually condense and sublimate, nurturing the Power of Heaven and Earth. This power would generate the Attributes of All Things, which in turn would nourish the Flesh Body. The abundant Spiritual Qi settled in the Dantian would undergo a qualitative transformation. Afterward, a Martial Artist’s every word and action could draw upon nature’s spiritual energy, granting them a presence in the world comparable to that of a Qi Cultivator. It was just like the legend: a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate. Success meant transforming into a dragon; failure meant being grievously wounded.

As far as he knew, breaking through to the Dragon Gate Realm would trigger a natural phenomenon and draw down a Thunder Tribulation to temper the body, transforming it into that of a dragon. Compared to an Immortal Tribulation, however, it was absolute child’s play. Yet, the vast majority of Martial Artists were unable to overcome this hurdle.

Anyone who did break through was considered an elite among Martial Artists.

To put it simply, a Martial Artist who had not passed the Dragon Gate Realm was merely a small fry. One who succeeded became a True Dragon.

If a Martial Artist failed the breakthrough, their cultivation would plummet back to the Early Stage of the Sea-Viewing Realm. Success, however, would grant them a longer lifespan. In the entire world, only ten percent of Martial Artists could ever break these shackles and successfully leap the Dragon Gate.

Precisely because the process would cause such a huge commotion, Lu Mingyuan cleared a radius of several hundred meters of anything that could possibly interfere with him Breaking Realm.

Everything was ready.

Lu Mingyuan sat cross-legged on a rock in the valley. After swallowing the Golden Carp Dragon Pill in one gulp, the aura around his entire body began to tremble softly.