"The variations in the River of Fate cannot be fully derived through the Celestial chanic Art."
"That Divine Son of the Bright Clan has now reached the peak of the God Realm and is only a step away from transcending mortal bounds. I can't calculate his destiny either."
"Chen Feng! Practicing the Destiny Sacrifice technique is extrely dangerous. Even though you're the Child of Destiny, there's still the possibility of losing your life and soul."
Zhongren's expression turned serious as he held out his hand, conjuring a jade slip in his palm. On the jade slip, the words Destiny Sacrifice were inscribed in bold characters.
"This item—I leave it to you."
"Whether you choose to practice it is entirely up to you." Using telekinesis, Zhongren sent the jade slip floating towards Chen Feng.
Chen Feng took it in his hand with a carefree look. "If it's a free technique, why not practice it!"
"Without you, I wouldn't have survived this long. Helping you has always been my goal in cultivation."
Chen Feng held the jade slip, gave Zhongren a wink, and patted his chest with a grin—only to wince in pain as he accidentally hit a wound.
"This Destiny Sacrifice technique could very well cost you your life..." Zhongren gave him a complicated look as he reminded him.
Chen Feng's playful manner faded, and he turned serious.
After a mont of silence, he finally said, "Mortals live barely a century, with birth, aging, illness, and death as constants. Do cultivators who live millennia escape it any better?"
Zhongren was taken aback, not expecting Chen Feng to say such things.
It's rare to keep such a pure heart despite everything he'd gone through! Zhongren felt a mix of admiration and doubt, wondering if entrusting Chen Feng with the Destiny Sacrifice technique was the right decision.
Gu Lan, observing from the side, thought, Chen Feng's got Zhongren completely roped in!
Yet he felt touched by Chen Feng's willingness to cultivate the Destiny Sacrifice for him. This Child of Destiny, no, this good disciple, is truly the right one!
But were these two really underestimating him? Gu Lan decided to let the two youngsters see his real strength.
Channeling his spirit into the Nine Heavens Earth Essence, Gu Lan beca one with it, practically omnipotent over this world.
With a re thought, he harnessed the power of heaven and earth.
Celestial phenona manifested in response, and streams of spiritual energy surged toward Zhongren and Chen Feng's location.
"What's going on!"
Chen Feng widened his eyes, and before he knew it, the surging spiritual light had transford into a powerful life force, healing his injuries.
Zhongren took out his Celestial Observing Disk and tried to divine the cause.
No matter how he calculated, though, he only saw a field of chaos.
He tried again, but suddenly went pale, a slight backlash hitting him.
"The Celestial chanic Art can't predict this… these phenona must be in harmony with the power of the heavens!"
Zhongren looked up at the sky, confused. If he couldn't make sense of it, Chen Feng was even more clueless. But since he felt no danger, he shrugged it off.
"Relax, little uncle. It's just so minor celestial phenonon. This stuff happens to all the ti. I'm used to it by now."
Zhongren smiled bitterly, not sharing Chen Feng's confidence that it was sothing simple.
The two of them pondered the phenonon for a while but got no answers.
Gu Lan chuckled to himself, then shifted his focus elsewhere.
He arrived at Demon God City, at the cultivation chamber of the nine-tailed celestial fox.
Right then, the nine-tailed fox was training intensely, his nine tails swirling behind him in a powerful display of energy.
Since the Dao Gathering event at the Lanyan Royal School, he hadn't stopped training.
He could handle Gu Lan surpassing him—after all, he was just an ordinary Demon God, not so prodigy.
Being left behind by the Dragon Sovereign, he could also accept. He'd never won against him and had grown used to it.
But now, any random disciple from Lanyan Royal School matched or surpassed him, which was unbearable.
"Have I improved at all today?"
This was the question he asked himself daily after training.
"Everyone's competing now!" Gu Lan shook his head with a chuckle before moving on to the East Sea.
Now he was at the Yaksha Clan's stronghold.
"Can't even hold a battle spear steady? What makes you think you're worthy to join the Golden Armor Battle Array?!"
"With the Six Realms Calamity approaching, the Yaksha Clan owes its peace to the protection of Lanyan Royal School."
"But we can't afford to be complacent with such easy peace! Look at Lu Qiuxian from Jing Nation—his battle arrays are on par with the angel army's. Our Yaksha Clan warriors can achieve that too! Train harder!"
Hei Xiao of the Yaksha Clan was currently drilling his troops.
Gu Lan was pleased by the sight. If all Six Realms clans had the Yaksha Clan's courage, would the Bright Clan have oppressed them for so long?
His thoughts drifted to the East Sea Dragon Palace.
"Chancellor Turtle, the Seven-Colored Glazed Fruits are all gone. Bring so more!"
In a Dragon Palace side chamber, Qin Huangmo lay on a jade bed, enjoying the perks of a distinguished guest.
He was now practically the East Sea Dragon Clan's son-in-law. With the Dragon Sovereign ascending to the Demon Realm and leaving him in charge, the palace guards followed his orders without question.
At Qin Huangmo's request, the Turtle Chancellor hurried off to fetch the Spirit Fruits.
"Brother Qin, life's treating you well!"
Gu Lan chuckled, shook his head, and moved on.
With a wave, he conjured another scene—a silver-armored figure wielding a spear.
It was Ao Hanyi, practicing her spear technique. With a piercing gleam, her spear struck like a dragon.
"Not bad! A reward is in order!"
Gu Lan watched her for a mont, then snapped his fingers, and spiritual energy surged toward Ao Hanyi.
Startled by the influx of energy, Ao Hanyi's face lit up with joy as she began absorbing it.
"Breakthrough!"
Stopping her practice, Ao Hanyi gripped her spear, a satisfied smile on her face.
Her cultivation had long been at the Saint Stage's later phase. With this help, her breakthrough was inevitable.
"I've reached the peak of the Saint Stage!" she murmured, spear in hand.
"It brings … just a little closer to him."
With her spear, she drew a figure resembling a scholar in the air.
"Hmm!"
"Why does that scholar look like ?" Gu Lan thought, startled.
The best strategy was to leave imdiately.
It was ti to slip away!
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