Born with immortal seed

Chapter 772 Divination is not exhaustive
"Humph!"

Li Xuanji snorted coldly, and a ball of true fire split into two, each meeting the dark figure.

The real fire was a bright yellow color, and the temperature in the air rose rapidly as it burned. The two dark figures were hit by the heat wave and knew they couldn't take it head-on, so they dodged.

It was still touched by the bright yellow fire, which burned extremely quickly, allowing no darkness to exist.

The greatest advantage of a natal talisman is that the divine power inscribed on it becomes one's natal divine power, making it extremely easy to activate.

It can be accomplished in an instant, something that no matter how proficient one becomes in other spells, it is impossible.

Li Xuanji's talent in swordsmanship was mediocre, but he had many shining points in his natal talisman.

Normally, a Core Formation cultivator can only inscribe three divine abilities, but he inscribed five, and even incorporated the Heavenly Inquiry Sword Technique into them.

"Where did this cultivator come from, doing such despicable things in broad daylight!"

Li Xuanji was no novice lacking combat experience. He pressed his advantage relentlessly, brandishing his flying sword and slashing at the two dark figures before they could even respond.

Then, it flung out a large amount of silver dust, fixing the blurred area of ​​the dark figure in place, making it impossible for it to disappear underground again.

With just a few sword strikes, he rendered the two shadowy figures, both possessing Core Formation strength, utterly powerless and forced them into a retreat.

"Useless! You can't even handle this simple task, I have to do it for you!"

A furious shout came from high above, and an elderly cultivator in a tall crown and ancient robe appeared, raising his whisk as he was about to sweep away the people below.

The whisk in his hand was as soft as cotton. As it fell, every white hair stood up like a steel wire.

"Zhenjun Nascent Soul!"

Li Xuanji's body trembled. The pressure from the Nascent Soul made him bind his hands and feet, and he could only watch helplessly as the white silk covered him from the sky.

What merit or ability do they have to require a Nascent Soul True Lord to deal with them?
His face was filled with shock and astonishment, clearly indicating that he hadn't run into the Jie Xiu, but had deliberately waited there.

Just as the white silk tightened, binding him into a ball, there was a slight internal vibration.

The Nascent Soul cultivator, clad in ancient robes and crown, felt a chill run through his body and instinctively dodged backward.

In a flash of smoke and mist, the person was already a hundred feet away.

Blinding beams of light shot out from the sphere, severing all the white threads.

A humanoid figure of light and shadow rose up behind Li Xuanji, its face blurred, dressed in a green robe, and making a sword gesture in its hand.

The light and shadow continued to rise and expand, his eyes swept across the entire arena, and he locked onto everyone in the room with an expressionless face.

With a wave of his hand, a faint sword light flashed past, and the Nascent Soul cultivator in the ancient robe and crown, who had already fled far away, screamed in agony as the magical treasures on his body shattered at the same time.

The next moment, he had vanished completely, not even having time for his nascent soul to leave his body.

They left no trace, neither the person nor the magical artifact.

As for the two dark figures, they vaporized the moment the sword light appeared.

Li Xuanji let out a long breath; his back was soaked through, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Before I could even process what was happening, the ground shook, and I almost lost my footing.

boom!
A loud bang startled Li Xuanji, who looked up abruptly and realized that the sword light had finally landed, cleaving the ground in two, the cleavage stretching for miles.

Along the cracked path, several mountain peaks collapsed with a deafening roar, and anything that stood in the way was shattered into pieces.

The luminous figure resembled a celestial deity, noble and sacred, and bowed slightly, glancing at Li Xuanji.

It's as if your whole being has been seen through, inside and out, with no secrets left to hide.

The light spots immediately dissipated, leaving only a sword beam pointing eastward.

"It's a protective measure left behind by the Sword Master!"

Li Xuanji got up from the ground, still somewhat unsettled and filled with lingering fear.

If it weren't for the Sword Lord of Time diverting his power to save him, he would have been captured by that person and his fate would have been uncertain.

Not daring to linger, they summoned a flying boat, loaded it with spirit stones, and flew away at top speed.

Half an hour later, several streaks of light descended and observed the area along the crack.

The cultivators exchanged glances, but no one spoke or greeted them; they simply went about their work in silence.

They were all astonished by the deep cracks, made some notes, and left immediately after removing the soil and gravel.

"Such power is something even several Great True Monarchs might not be able to achieve... Could it be that a Nascent Soul cultivator has intervened?"

A monk with an extremely ugly face ventured deep into the crevice. After seeing the depth of the crevice, he gasped in horror and scrambled away from it.

They were terrified that a single act of curiosity might drag them into a terrible vortex.

……

Rotten Ke Mountain, Qingxia Cave.

When Bai Zichen left the cave again, he didn't see Madam Mu, but an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

This is an extremely high honor for someone who has decided to devote themselves to cultivation and raise the goal of reaching the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.

At the lower seat sat a cultivator completely shrouded in a black robe, with snow-white hair and skin as rough as chicken skin, looking incredibly old.

His eyes held the wisdom accumulated over the years, and he held a teacup in his hands, from which wisps of steam rose in a straight line.

"From a young age, I considered myself extraordinary. I could master any kind of divination method, such as the Copper Coin Divination, Plum Blossom Divination, or the Odd Gate Divination, and I could become proficient in them as soon as I started practicing. My cultivation speed was much faster than my senior brother's. Gradually, I developed an arrogant attitude and felt that fate was nothing more than this, and had no secrets from me."

After saying just a few words, Shan Zhi would start coughing violently, his whole body resembling a broken bellows, rattling and whirring.

A piece of silk was wiped on the corner of the mouth, and it was soon soaked with blood and stained black.

The once unruly and unrestrained successor of the Evil Fate Sect is almost unrecognizable in him.

"My senior brother advised me not to be overly ambitious, but to honestly follow the path of those who came before me, a path without cause or opportunity, a path predetermined by fate. With my talent, reaching the Nascent Soul stage wouldn't be too difficult, and I even had a good chance of becoming a Deity. But I refused to believe in such nonsense and insisted on choosing the most difficult path of omniscience, defying the heavens..."

Two soft laughs, sounding like both crying and mocking, seemed to be Shan Zhi mocking his past self for being so arrogant and ignorant.

"The Great Dao of Omniscience is not so easy to traverse. None of the several Nascent Soul Ancestors in the history of the Evil Fate Sect relied on this path. They thought they were different from others, but the truth is that if they had not encountered the Sword Lord, witnessed the great war between the human and demon races, and borrowed two pieces of Six-Line Tortoise Shells to obtain the Sword Lord's Twin Dragons Holding Power Fate... Only by using such a noble fate to nourish the Great Dao of Fate could they have seen the future of the cultivation world."

"As a result, that one glance made me completely lose myself in it, seeing countless branches on the path of destiny, and I almost couldn't wake up."

The all-knowing Dao sounds impressive, but the backlash can be severe.

Of the complete six-line tortoise shells passed down by the Evil Life Sect, only two remained, one for him and one for his senior brother.

To enhance their divination abilities, primarily to mitigate the backlash from Heaven, both pieces of the six-line tortoise shell were shattered, and later generations had no chance to see them.

And so, they all ended up with serious injuries that were difficult to cure.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be discouraged. I see that you have already reached the Nascent Soul stage and still have hope of breaking through to the Deity Transformation stage..."

Bai Zichen looked at Shan Zhi, who was filled with lifelessness and had no fighting spirit, and felt a sense of emotion.

The two had known each other for many years. After his disappearance, Shan Zhi was still willing to keep his promise and secretly keep an eye on Lan Ke Shan.

Be ready to lend a helping hand in critical moments.

Even if Senior Brother Ge Cang had arrived a step later, Shan Zhi would have still managed to save the last batch of disciples of Rotten Axe Mountain.

Bai Zichen naturally treated such cultivators differently, becoming much closer to them.

Furthermore, this path of omniscience is also the ultimate path.

If Ruoshan knew that he could become a god, it would be a good thing for him as well.

Shan Zhiyi was able to find all the hidden dangers in the cultivation world and resolve them all before ascending to immortality.

However, both of them knew that these words were mostly words of comfort and they wouldn't take them seriously.

The Nascent Soul stage is a hundred times more complex and difficult than the Nascent Soul stage. Even the most talented cultivators will inevitably have to spend a considerable amount of time accumulating experience before this insurmountable barrier.

Bai Zichen was no exception.

For a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage to be able to let death energy surface on their face is enough to prove that their control over the depths of their physical body has decreased to a very high degree.

Just like those old cultivators who have reached the end of their lifespan and are waiting for the ghost of death to come and claim their lives, every extra day they live is a day more.

The five signs of decay may appear tomorrow, or perhaps it can survive for several years.

If this state were to be forcibly triggered, it wouldn't even pass the first hurdle of the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Sword Lord, there's no need to comfort me. I know my place; I've only come here to ask for your grace..."

Shan Zhi gave a bitter smile, knowing best about his own physical condition.

Let alone embarking on the path of Nascent Soul, even if one were to properly activate the Nascent Soul Perfection realm, a single full-force attack would likely cause their decaying physical body to collapse.

Suddenly, a sword light flew in from outside the hall, interrupting his speech.

The sword light was extremely faint, like water, and when it landed on Bai Zichen, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without the slightest obstruction.

'Whose divine will was activated, causing the premature return?'

How could he not recognize the supernatural power he himself had used? Bai Zichen was delighted to find that the divided spirit that had merged into his body had increased the strength of his divine sense by about twenty miles.

It is precisely the forbidden technique that can separate divine thoughts and protect fellow disciples and juniors.

At most, there are ten of them. If they are not activated within a hundred years, they will automatically return and can also increase the strength of one's divine sense.

Unexpectedly, the divine sense that returned after being activated halfway through had a similar effect, though perhaps much weaker.

The sword light formed from his divine sense brought the final scene before he swung the sword, allowing him to understand most of it.

"It was Li Xuanji who launched the attack. Even Nascent Soul cultivators were mobilized. That's quite a feat... He himself doesn't receive this kind of treatment. He must be targeting Wuguang City or me."

Bai Zichen suppressed his thoughts and gave instructions to have someone investigate thoroughly.

This provides an opportunity to thoroughly investigate organizations that still harbor ill will towards him.

As for the ambushing cultivators, they would have no chance of survival after being struck by his divine sense sword light.

Even if a body-tempering cultivator possesses a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, they will still die.

The Heavenly Treasure itself was harmless, but it couldn't stop the sword light. The sword light passed through the treasure and killed the target instantly.

"Just some trivial matters... If you need anything, just say so."

Seeing that Shan Zhi wanted to say something but hesitated, Bai Zichen spoke frankly.

"With my senior brother in the sect, he travels beyond the heavens, comprehends the will of Heaven, and is getting closer and closer to the path of Nascent Soul. In the future, I won't have to worry about the sect... I know that I have no hope of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator myself. I only wish to cast a divination before I die to find out the true reason for the great changes in the world and the distance between this realm and the upper realm!"

Shan Zhi raised his head, his eyes like stars, filled with long-lost confidence and a thirst for knowledge.

It seems that the fearless and reckless Xiemingzong Xingxing has returned, back to his prime and brimming with confidence from hundreds of years ago.

In the Middle Ages, the Ascension Platform mysteriously disappeared, the Super Teleportation Array malfunctioned overnight, and breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage became increasingly difficult...

The various changes have led to countless speculations in the cultivation world, but none have gained widespread acceptance.

What's amazing is that at that time, several Nascent Soul sects still maintained connections with the Upper Realm, though not as smoothly as before.

Even those Nascent Soul sects couldn't get any feedback from their ancestors in the upper realm to salvage the situation.

Huang Tingfeng once had a very famous master and disciple who put forward a pessimistic view that this world is falling uncontrollably into the Dharma-ending Age.

The concentration of spiritual energy is decreasing, the difficulty of cultivation is increasing, and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is becoming more difficult to comprehend...

Supported by the vast and detailed database of the Moral Sect, the master and disciple listed the number of Nascent Soul cultivators and the average age of Nascent Soul cultivators every thousand years, clearly demonstrating that the difficulty of cultivation was increasing year by year.

Every ten thousand years, the number of gods born decreases significantly every thousand years, and the average age of infants increases by more than five years.

It forms a straight line with almost no rebound.

"You want to deduce this matter?"

Bai Zichen looked at him intently and asked solemnly.

"Have you thought this through? Why did none of the cultivators who walked the path of destiny dare to touch this all these years ago? I'm afraid that as soon as they lifted a veil, their souls would be completely annihilated, and they would lose all chance of reincarnation."

"The divination is not exhaustive... This is a proverb left by the first Nascent Soul Ancestor of our sect, and every disciple should keep it in mind."

Shan Zhi laughed maniacally, his expression somewhat eerie.

“But I’ve never listened to those words in my life. I’ve always interpreted every divination and investigated every calculation. That’s why I’ve ended up like this today.”

"Since I'm already dead, I might as well make my death spectacular, so that every cultivator in the cultivation world who practices divination will have to face me from now on... and let my senior brother see why the Omniscient Dao is so much more attractive than the path he advocates!"

"The divination is never finished, to hell with the divination being never finished!"

Yama gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

His hat brim fell off, his silver hair fluttered even without wind, and he burst into hearty laughter again.

How do you want me to help you?

Bai Zichen could understand Shan Zhi's actions: to unleash the ultimate truth he had pursued his entire life before his death.

Rather than living a few more years and dying a pathetic death, it's better to shine in the most dazzling way.

If one could use the omniscient Great Dao to glimpse the greatest secret of the cultivation world throughout the ages, even death would be without regret.

This can be seen as proof from another perspective that this path is viable, it's just that time is not on our side.

"The omniscient path is most averse to all kinds of variables. As long as the parameters change even slightly, tens of thousands of new results will be generated. And when variables are added together, even I will be deeply involved and unable to find a way out, relying entirely on intuition to extract the most likely result."

"Back then, because Sword Lord was entangled in the war between the two races, I was able to vaguely see the future by borrowing your destiny... But now it is difficult to borrow your strength. Before I die, what I want to see is not just myself randomly selected from the fleeting scenes."

Shan Zhi took out a pill that looked like an insect, swallowed it in one gulp, and his physical condition improved a lot.

"Sword Lord controls the Great Dao of Time, and has a binding effect on any Dao in the world... I hope that when I cast the divination, you can draw your sword to cut away the various variables from the River of Time... Only then, by calculating fate, will it be possible to see a trace of the hidden truth."

(End of this chapter)