The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 222 - 169: "Flood Dragon Gets Water" Fate Grid, Fuyao Walking on Water

At this moment.

Outside the city, the many rescued Human Race Cultivators had not gone far.

They did everything they could to find other Human Race experts who had been teleported into the Little World, hoping for reinforcements, but a search of the hundred-li radius around them yielded nothing.

They didn’t dare venture too far, mainly because an endless stream of Demon Race armies was still converging on this location. Attracting the attention of a Great Demon would be a death sentence.

"If this goes on, by the time the other Demon Race armies arrive—or worse, a powerful Demon Monarch—we’ll face certain death."

A blood-soaked general from the Great Wu Dynasty said, his expression grave.

"It’s difficult to find any Human Race experts nearby. We’d have to travel at least a thousand li to have any hope. This Little World is probably as large as an entire continent—it’s unbelievably vast."

The young Daoist traveling with them shook his head.

BOOM!

Suddenly, booming sounds echoed from the direction of the ancient city’s Inner City. Looking up, they saw what appeared to be several bolts of red and blue thunder striking down from the heavens. But as they infused their eyes with Spiritual Qi to get a closer look, they realized the truth. The "thunder" was actually a colossal Saber Astral hanging in the void. Beams of Saber Qi hammered down from it, creating the illusion of a lightning storm.

Meanwhile, the Inner City was completely covered in countless flower buds, and giant vines had wrapped around its walls, preventing anyone from setting foot inside.

Everyone was astonished by the sight.

"That’s the aura of a Demon Venerable! Could it be the white-haired man who just entered the city? He’s actually not dead!"

"No way, he’s fighting a Demon Venerable?!"

One of them was utterly astounded.

Just moments ago, their group of Human Race prodigies had barely managed to hold their own against the various Demon Kings. Who could have imagined there was a Demon Venerable present as well?

Lady Flower Venerate’s power was simply too immense. Even when they gave it their all, with the Eldest Princess of the Golden Crow Country unleashing her Lifebound Treasure, the Immortal Sword Jin Yu, they only managed to defeat one of the Demon Venerable’s avatars. And for that victory, they had paid an extremely heavy price.

A weakened Luo Qiufu was no match for the other Demon Kings. The Nanli Princess had been defeated by the Ancient Ape Great Demon, the power of her ancestral Li Flame Armor battered into near-oblivion.

Even among Tenth Realm Demon Venerables, Lady Flower Venerate was a cut above the rest.

It was mainly due to her nature as a Cannibal Flower, whose powerful life force granted her the ability to constantly regenerate. Her power was simply outrageous.

Victory would be nearly impossible without an Eleventh Realm cultivator at the Yin Spirit Realm—one who specializes in Refining Spirit—to directly attack her Divine Soul.

And yet now, they were witnessing someone who could go toe-to-toe with Lady Flower Venerate.

"Who on earth is he? Could he be Ran Hu, a descendant of the Sect Leader of the Jade Dragon Saber Sect—one of the Daoist Nine Heavens and Ten Lands?"

"Ran Hu’s mastery of the Saber Technique is said to be peerless among the younger generation, allowing him to defeat foes of a higher Realm. But the Taoist Sect didn’t invite cultivators from the Dragon-Slaying Blessed Land to the Demon Slaying Conference, so it’s probably not him."

"The Palm Technique he used before looked like the Desolate Dragon Elephant Force from the Great Dragon Elephant Temple. It takes eighty years to cultivate that technique to the Great Success Realm, an impossible feat for any ordinary person. I’ve heard that only a Buddhist Arhat can truly master it. For him to single-handedly suppress a Demon King renowned for its powerful Flesh Body... he must have harnessed the power of a refined Arhat’s Relic. He could be the current Buddha’s Son of the Great Dragon Elephant Temple."

"But no matter how you look at him, he doesn’t seem like a Buddhist Sect cultivator."

For a time, speculation ran rampant, but no one could determine the young man’s true identity.

All they knew was that they owed their rescue, and the rescue of everyone in the ancient city, to him.

In their hearts, every one of them was deeply grateful to this fierce prodigy.

As the healing elixirs began to take effect.

The group of unconscious prodigies finally woke up.

The first to awaken was the Nanli Princess.

Then it was the Crown Prince of Great Sui, Cao Zongxi, and the Eldest Prince of the Great Wu Dynasty, Chu Longxiang.

Last was the Eldest Princess of Golden Crow, Luo Qiufu.

Luo Qiufu, however, was still very weak. She knelt unsteadily, one hand pressed to her chest, her lips pale. She always needed a long time to recover after using the Immortal Sword’s power.

The Nanli Princess, Li Muwan, stood with her petite frame amidst a desert littered with corpses. The wound on her stomach had already scabbed over and stopped bleeding. Though she had the appearance of a young girl, her face was a mask of sheer determination, showing not a single trace of weakness.

’If not for the Li Flame Armor my imperial father had bestowed upon me, I would likely be dead by now.’

"To think someone is still in the city, contending with a Demon Venerable."

Li Muwan’s eyes widened in surprise.

"I don’t know who this person is," Cao Zongxi, the Crown Prince of Great Sui, said earnestly. "But if we get out of this, my Great Sui will be sure to thank him handsomely."

"The Great Wu Dynasty will do the same," Chu Longxiang of Great Wu added with a nod.

"We just don’t know who he is. A man we’ve never even met, yet he saved every single one of us."

At these words, the group fell silent.

’Our combined strength couldn’t even match that of a single young prodigy who had appeared out of nowhere.’

’This Demon Slaying Conference had taken an unexpected turn, forcing us to confront the reality of our own strength.’

’With the Human Race’s current power, we have to seriously question if we can truly fend off an invasion from the countless hordes of the Demon Race.’

Among the group of cultivators, only Luo Qiufu was lost in thought.

She vaguely recalled something from just before she lost consciousness. The aura of the young man she’d seen... it felt incredibly familiar.

’If I’m not mistaken, he was one of the Princes of the Great Yan Dynasty.’

’But I can’t be sure if it was real.’

’After all, I was on the verge of death at that moment, my life flashing before my eyes.’

’It’s highly likely I was hallucinating.’

’I even wonder if I’m starting to fall for the guy, and that’s why I’d have such a vision.’