The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Chapter 238: Three Inquiries of Destiny!

On Reincarnation Star—controlled directly by the Reincarnation Divine Sect and the largest and most Spirit Qi-rich among more than ten cultivation stars—there was a gigantic island in the midst of its boundless ocean.

This island served as the residence for the high echelons of the Reincarnation Divine Sect. The island was a true paradise, home to rare beasts and towering ancient trees, a place blessed with exceptional natural beauty. Only the most powerful, who had reached the Deity Transformation phase, or those of high status such as sect leaders, protectors, or the Holy Son, could reside here.

At this moment, Wen Lingtian, an Astral Projection old ancestor of the Reincarnation Divine Sect, was pacing back and forth in the grand hall of the sect. Typically stoic and unemotional, his expression now was as grim as it could be.

Suddenly, a figure flew into the hall—it was a Deity Transformation stage elder. With utmost respect, the elder reported, "Honored Ancestor, the eighth-ranked extraterrestrial battlefield has completely collapsed. We have failed to locate the Taotie Seed."

Wen Lingtian took a deep breath. "What about Hanshuang? I sensed that she released the Life-Death Mystic Ice, she must have faced a great calamity. Did you bring her back?"

The elder sighed, "Before the total collapse of the extraterrestrial battlefield, we sent multiple groups of cultivators to the cave to search for the Holy Maiden. Six Nascent Soul cultivators perished in spatial rifts, and over fifty Golden Core cultivators fell to ancient beasts such as the nether crocodile. But we never found any trace of the Holy Maiden."

Wen Lingtian frowned deeply. "Impossible! The Life-Death Mystic Ice is extremely hard; even small spatial rifts cannot break it!"

The Deity Transformation elder offered a bitter smile, "Ancestor... we truly could not find her..."

Wen Lingtian waved his hand dismissively, "Go."

"Yes," the elder bowed respectfully and departed.

As Wen Lingtian paced back and forth, his frustration grew. Finally, he decided to take out a disc. The disc was engraved with the Bagua and embedded with eight precious gems, each containing the essence of destiny.

At the center of the disc was a still pool of water—his life-bound magic treasure, the "Inquiry Heaven Disc," specialized not in combat but in divination. Using this disc, Wen Lingtian had risen step by step to his current exalted position.

"Expend fifty years of lifespan to inquire about the whereabouts of Leng Hanshuang," Wen Lingtian muttered as he manipulated the disc.

The normally tranquil water surface began to stir but never settled down again. There was not even a fragmented image, not to mention any slight clue. When the water finally calmed down, everything was as it was before, except Wen Lingtian had irreversibly lost fifty years of his lifespan.

Wen Lingtian furrowed his brows deeply. He took a deep breath and commanded in a low voice, "Expend one hundred years of lifespan, inquire the heavens again!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Around the Inquiry Heaven Disc, two of the eight embedded gems began to rotate, their energy cascading into the water. The surface agitated once more, like the sea during a tempest, but just like before, no image appeared.

Wen Lingtian felt a pang of pain. He had just thrown away a hundred and fifty years of his lifespan for nothing—as if creating mere ripples in water, revealing nothing.

"Who could stand this!" Wen Lingtian glanced at his reflection in the water, noting several new strands of silver hair at his temples.

With fierce determination, he growled, "Three hundred years of lifespan! Three inquiries of the heavens!"

This time, all eight gems whirled vigorously, causing the entire Inquiry Heaven Disc to tremble. The water churned violently as if a colossal, unseen beast was stirring the storm within it.

A deep darkness began to emerge in the water, but before Wen Lingtian could get a closer look, the tumultuous surface was forcefully flattened, as if an invisible giant hand had slammed down, completely smoothing over all traces of divination.

Wen Lingtian was left speechless. In his many years on the path of cultivation, he had never encountered such a situation. "It's very far as if separated by two different worlds. How is this possible!"

The brief insight he got from that moment was the only thing he perceived. He felt so frustrated he wanted to spit blood. The whereabouts of Leng Hanshuang remained unknowable as if she had vanished from this world forever. And he had irreversibly lost a total of four hundred fifty years of his lifespan!

Even for an Astral Projection cultivator with over six thousand years of lifespan, this was not a sustainable way to use it.

Wen Lingtian sighed deeply. One perilous-level battlefield had collapsed, and another of the most extreme-level ones showed signs of imminent collapse. The Holy Maiden had mysteriously disappeared, and the much-hoped-for Taotie Seed was also gone.

"The Heaven Shaking Divine Sect seems to be stirring," he murmured to himself. "Indeed, it is a time of many troubles."

Rubbing his temples, Wen Lingtian felt exhausted by the weight of these developments...

Three years later on Blue Star, Chu Xuan had underestimated the formidable nature of the Life-Death Mystic Ice. This chunk of ice, a lifeline bestowed by the Astral Projection ancestor of the Reincarnation Divine Sect to Leng Hanshuang for protection, proved incredibly resistant. Despite three years of relentless burning by the Corpse Refining Blood Fire, only a small portion of the ice had melted.

The Life-Death Mystic Ice was peculiar in its composition; it resembled a block of ice but was more akin to a translucent gemstone. Chu Xuan decided to focus his efforts on enhancing the Corpse Refining Blood Fire instead. The color of the fire had deepened significantly from its original yellow to a dark golden hue.

Chu Xuan visited the Soul Star and brought back two million living souls, casting them all at once into the Corpse Refining Blood Fire.

"Two million living souls should be enough for your advancement, right?" he remarked as he sat outside the array, refining his physical body while keeping an eye on the fire.

Another year passed, and the Corpse Refining Blood Fire underwent a transformative shift from quantitative to qualitative change. The dark golden color turned into a captivating dark purple.

The Corpse Refining Blood Fire had evolved into the Blood Evil Yin Fire, capable now not only of burning the body but also scorching the soul.

Chu Xuan gestured with his hand, examining the dark purple flames of the Blood Evil Yin Fire with satisfaction. He tested the fire on himself and discovered that the Blood Evil Yin Fire could even damage the Nascent Soul.

Even the formidable entities like Two Armed and Four Armes, along with Hu, steered clear of it, indicative of its potent force. Having devoured tens of millions of zombies and nearly ten million tormented souls, the Blood Evil Yin Fire had reached a level capable of harming Nascent Soul cultivators!

For Chu Xuan, this was exhilarating news, offering him a new means of combating enemies. "However, after ascending to Blood Evil Yin Fire, it might be difficult to store it inside the fire bees," he pondered, concerned that the fire's formidable power could be too much for the fire bees to contain.

He experimented, and sure enough, the fire bees became visibly distressed after absorbing the Blood Evil Yin Fire, buzzing erratically before bursting. "It seems urgent to upgrade the queen bee's level," Chu Xuan sighed softly, turning his gaze back to the Life-Death Mystic Ice.

His hope now lay in burning through the Life-Death Mystic Ice to obtain Leng Hanshuang's storage bag and recover a significant amount of resources for himself.

"Well? The burning has sped up!"

Noticing the accelerated burning rate, he couldn't hide his surprise.