The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 357 - 231: Sister Witch Palace Language, Awakening the Daoxin, Contention for the World, God’s Divine Retribution

"They saw I was young, so they all wanted to kill me. They all died."

Lu Mingyuan said nothing more.

In this Holy Netherworld, only people like that could survive for long.

The people of this land must submit to the Divine Beings.

It was a world where the strong devoured the weak. No one cared if you lived or died; as long as you were strong enough, you could attain a high position.

Take Lu Mingyuan. He had already climbed to the very top of the Divine Institute. Rising from Night Patrol Envoy to Divine Envoy, he could now interact with figures on the level of a Divine Venerable.

Lu Mingyuan had killed everyone who stood in his way.

To some extent, Lu Mingyuan could understand what Lu Yunqing meant by being forced into it.

In a world like this, it was kill or be killed.

’Is killing wrong?’

’No, it’s just a way to survive.’

The Great Netherworld was completely different from the Three Religions. It didn’t maintain order; it was the single greatest oppressor. They were the apex predators of this world.

They controlled the vast majority of the world’s resources.

Underworld Cultivators had no sympathy for the weak. For the weak, there was only death.

The benevolence and propriety advocated by the Three Religions were nowhere to be found. There were no rules to speak of.

The only true rules were those set by the Divine Beings.

In these ten years, Lu Mingyuan had seen too many cases of masters and disciples killing each other, and fellow disciples turning on one another.

Only the strong who would stop at nothing could survive.

The environment dictated it.

However, this didn’t stop Lu Mingyuan from walking his own Dao.

To him, there was no good or evil in the world, only different sides.

If someone stood against him, he would raise his blade without hesitation.

He wouldn’t compromise, and he wouldn’t bow to anyone.

The imperial throne.

Divine Venerables.

Even the Divine Beings.

All were just stepping stones.

This was the nascent philosophy he’d formed in his second life. Unlike the pure Martial Dao of his first, where he sought to give the people of the world a safe place to live, this one was far more negative.

His Daoxin had also been greatly refined.

He was confident he could clear this life.

But before that, he had to find a way to help Miss Yun regain consciousness.

Otherwise, she would be trapped in the Scroll World forever.

Witch Palace Language watched her brother stay by the side of a Human Race woman all day, taking meticulous care of her. Over time, her curiosity grew.

"Brother, who is she?"

"A very important... friend," Lu Mingyuan replied after a moment of thought.

"What’s wrong with her?"

"Her Divine Soul was affected by a corrupting power. She hasn’t recovered yet."

Witch Palace Language probed Yun Qinghe’s condition, her eyes turning serious. "I might have a way, you know."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

Witch Palace Language explained, "It seems her mind was corrupted by the power of Lord Heavenly God."

"What do you mean?"

Witch Palace Language continued to explain, "Actually, all our power comes from Lord Heavenly God. Whether it’s day or night, it’s all Lord Heavenly God’s power at work. It’s the same even for the Divine Venerable Realm."

"It’s just that a Divine Venerable can make better use of Lord Heavenly God’s power. They are the ones in this world with the closest connection to Lord Heavenly God."

"We just need to have Lord Heavenly God take back this power."

Hearing her make it sound so simple, Lu Mingyuan began to suspect that the Divine Prayer Skill he had learned was a fake.

Witch Palace Language took out a pitch-black Turtle Shell from her robes, its surface covered in strange symbols.

For some reason, when Lu Mingyuan saw this Turtle Shell, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It bore a slight resemblance to his own Six-Yao Turtle Shell.

Holding the Turtle Shell towards Yun Qinghe, Witch Palace Language’s eyes glowed with an eerie green light. Her aura became indescribably uncanny as a ball of gray mist rose from the Turtle Shell’s surface.

It seeped into Yun Qinghe’s body, causing her to float into the air.

Lu Mingyuan watched, finding it incredible.

Soon, the sound of coughing could be heard.

"COUGH, COUGH!"

Yun Qinghe’s throat hitched, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of murky, black water.

"There."

Witch Palace Language put away the Turtle Shell, her appearance returning to normal.

"What did you do?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

"I dispelled the thing inside her," Witch Palace Language replied.

Lu Mingyuan nodded, stepped forward to help Yun Qinghe up, and said softly, "Miss Yun, are you alright?"

"Who are you..."

To his surprise, Yun Qinghe looked completely lost.

She looked around, her expression extremely wary.

"Brother, aren’t you friends?" Witch Palace Language asked with a frown.

"She’s lost her memory. Give her some time," Lu Mingyuan said with a smile.

"Alright, Brother. I have to make a trip to the Divine Temple. You take good care of her."

After Witch Palace Language left, Yun Qinghe sat on the floor, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. In the candlelight, her skin seemed exceptionally translucent, like a layer of delicate, waxen jade.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the person before him again, stared into her eyes, and said in a solemn tone, "Yun Qinghe, I don’t know what happened to you. But you need to wake up now. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll never see the sun of the outside world again."

His tone turned serious. "Do you still remember Master’s Sword Trust Jade Pendant?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted to become the number one Great Sword Immortal in the world?"

Yun Qinghe’s eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was starting to recall something.

The painful memories of this life all flooded into her mind.

At the same time, her ten slender fingers trembled ceaselessly, like a helpless little quail.

Seeing her reaction, Lu Mingyuan immediately continued, "Miss Yun, you are a Sword Dao prodigy seen only once in five hundred years. Among your peers, you were considered invincible, never having lost a single battle. You were born with the ultimate Sword Immortal Body. You are proud and your heart is filled with confidence. You look down on everyone."