The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 350 - 230: The Truth of the Mythical Era, The Strong Prey on the Weak, I Am the Demon Venerable, The Yun Qinghe of the Second Life

"But why are you so insistent on cultivating the Martial Dao?" Gu Zhuxue asked, perplexed.

Lu Mingyuan’s face lit up with joy, and he smiled faintly. "Because only the Martial Dao can lead the Wild Bull Race to prominence in the Northern Domain."

"Alright. In that case, I will temporarily seal your Blessing Divine Seal."

As the chief High Priest, Gu Zhuxue wielded immense authority over the Witch Race’s Divine Temple. She possessed numerous special privileges, such as communicating with the Divine Beings and mastering their extraordinary power to defend against the other races of the Holy Netherworld.

This was something Lu Mingyuan only found out later.

Among the Ten Underworld Races, each race had its own Divine Temple, corresponding to its own Ancestral Gods.

The Witch Race was composed of six major tribes, with six High Priests in total.

Gu Zhuxue was the chief High Priest, a title that carried immense weight.

Lu Mingyuan also discovered that the Witch Race was not a monolithic entity. The previous sneak attack on him by the Young Master of the Netherworld Tiger Tribe had been secretly ordered by the Divine Temple’s second-ranking High Priest.

Everyone coveted Gu Zhuxue’s position as chief High Priest.

Because she was from the Celestial Demon Race, not a native of the Witch Race, she would always be seen as an outsider.

This matter was far from over.

Gu Zhuxue’s methods were astonishing. She uncovered evidence of the involvement of the Netherworld Tiger Tribe’s Young Master and confronted the tribe’s Clan Leader.

Their attitude was terrible; at most, they were willing to offer Lu Mingyuan an apology, claiming it was unintentional.

As a result, Lu Mingyuan’s father, the Clan Leader of the Wild Bull Race, had a fiery temper and flew into a thundering rage on the spot.

「Three days later.」

The Wild Bull Race declared war on the Netherworld Tiger Tribe.

As the Young Master, Lu Mingyuan naturally took part in the war.

By combining Witchcraft and the Martial Dao, Lu Mingyuan’s strength became unparalleled, and he effortlessly broke through to the Dragon Gate Realm.

Witchcraft also provided a significant boost to his Martial Dao.

Most importantly, by cultivating the Martial Dao, he could receive a boost from his Fate Grid—an advantage no other path could compare to.

Lu Mingyuan felt that the entire Netherworld Tiger Tribe was his personal feeding ground.

He could absorb the power of their Flesh Bodies without restraint and convert it into his own Cultivation.

The power of a Witch Race’s Flesh Body was in no way inferior to that of a Martial Artist.

Coupled with the existence of their Witchcraft and Divine Techniques, the Witch Race had always maintained a noble status.

The Wild Bull Race fought for nine days and achieved a great victory.

He beheaded the Netherworld Tiger Young Master, presenting the head to his son as a divine offering.

It was the first time Lu Mingyuan had ever received such a gift.

"My son, now that you’ve broken through to the Eighth Realm, it’s time for you to enter the Divine Institute to further your Cultivation."

At the bonfire celebration, the members of the Wild Bull Race danced joyfully. A dark, powerfully built man, two meters tall with a face full of steel-like whiskers, held up a wine cup made from a Barbaric Beast’s bone in one hand, let out a hearty laugh, and clapped Lu Mingyuan on the shoulder.

This man was the Clan Leader of the Wild Bull Race, Witch Barbarian Bone.

"The Divine Institute? Father, do you want me to leave the tribe?"

Lu Mingyuan murmured, asking in return.

The Divine Institute was an academy established by the Great Nether Court and the Underworld, and it accepted many of the Great Netherworld’s greatest prodigies.

Witch Barbarian Bone grinned, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Your stage cannot be limited to a place like Wild Ox City," he said. "You deserve a much wider world, like the Northern Domain, or even the Great Netherworld’s Central Domain."

"I understand."

Lu Mingyuan was silent for a moment before nodding slowly.

「After the celebration ended.」

Lu Mingyuan began to pack his things, preparing to leave the Witch Race’s territory. Xiaorou was beside him, helping.

"Young Master, this is the Wutong Long Night Lamp from the Wutong Saint Mother, along with a three-section lampwick. It’s priceless. It can stay lit continuously in the dark for three months, which should be long enough for you to reach the Central Domain."

Lu Mingyuan carefully stored the items away and nodded.

These lamps, imbued with the power of a Divine Venerable, were essential for traveling at night.

Once darkness fell, one had to use a lamp to travel to the nearest cave or a town under the protection of a Divine Venerable. Otherwise, something ominous would befall them.

A long time had passed in this life.

But he still didn’t know what would happen if he were exposed to the darkness.

Lu Mingyuan had no intention of finding out.

’He hadn’t seen Yun Qinghe or Lu Yunqing yet; he couldn’t die so soon.’

After bidding farewell to his tribesmen and parents, Lu Mingyuan set out on the path to explore the Demon Country.

Unfortunately.

It was the second day after he had left.

Darkness fell.

The sky was as if Hou Yi had shot down all the suns, leaving it utterly empty. Then, a strange, blood-red moon appeared, spanning the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, the blood moon vanished, and darkness descended swiftly.

As Lu Mingyuan was lighting the Parasol Lamp, a sinister wind howled around him, like the wailing of vengeful ghosts.

In an instant, it felt as if countless eyes were fixed upon Lu Mingyuan.

With the flicker of a bright flame, the lamp illuminated Lu Mingyuan’s face. The darkness receded like a tide, and all the sinister winds and wails vanished.

Lu Mingyuan’s expression was impassive. He held the lamp aloft and continued forward.

The feeling of being watched, however, did not disappear.

He felt that if his lamp were to suddenly go out, the things hiding in the shadows would definitely pounce on him in an instant.

Following the direction on the map, he walked for a full half-month.

Lu Mingyuan realized the night had not ended, and there was no sign of daybreak.

He was incredibly unlucky.

However, the first wick of the Parasol Lamp in his hand was already nearly burnt out.

If he wanted to replace it, it would take a moment.

He wasn’t sure if he would be attacked during that time.

To be safe, it was better to find a place of shelter.

Just as Lu Mingyuan was hurrying toward the nearest city, he passed through a rugged mountain path, and a cave suddenly appeared before him.

Lu Mingyuan planned to take shelter inside and see if he could use the opportunity to change the lampwick.