The Prodigies War-Chapter 2808 Divine Son Ying Yue

Before coming here, Lin Xun had learned of a related matter. After creating the Fortune Starry Firmament, that peerless figure had declared that he had left a precious treasure for whoever first unraveled the ultimate mystery it held!

To this day, no one had ever known what this treasure was because for countless ages now, and no one had ever unraveled this ‘ultimate mystery.’

Rumors had it that long ago, numerous Immortals had flocked here, risking getting their cultivation level suppressed as they researched this place, all to penetrate the ultimate mystery and claim the supreme treasure left by that peerless being.

Unfortunately, all had failed. Even after they had found and mastered the hundreds of cultivation systems within this Fortune Starry Firmament, none of them could uncover what exactly the so-called ultimate mystery was.

Lin Xun paid no heed to this matter, though. What mattered to him was finding out the answer Xia Zhi had once painstakingly sought!

His mind was crystal clear as he immersed his spirit sense in the star dome that was home to over a hundred of complete cultivation systems, each of which unique, profound, and miraculous.

These systems had been gradually comprehended and compiled only after an era of hard work of many practitioners. Afterward, they branched out, giving birth to various flourishing and diverse schools and lineages.

For Lin Xun, who had conducted a similar study process during his time in the Great Qin Divine Domain, exploring the cultivation systems of other unfamiliar eras posed no significant challenge.

He encountered no obstacles whatsoever. On the contrary, the deeper he delved, the more tranquil and focused he grew. It was as if his mind, like a landscape of mist and clouds, was clearing up. The previously blank spaces in it that he had never even noticed continuously got filled, and thus the landscape became gradually complete.

Though the cultivation systems differed, he could draw analogies and apply insights across them. As his comprehension deepened, he found himself engrossed in the process.

Nearby, many cultivators breathed quiet sighs of relief. That Lin Xun had not used violence and was instead immersed in contemplation eased their tensions considerably.

However, as time passed, more cultivators arrived, gathering in ever-growing numbers around the Fortune Starry Firmament...

The reason was simple: news of Lin Xun's presence had spread, capturing the attention of all the Divine Clans in the city. Uncertain of his purpose, they had dispatched forces to investigate. Thus, this area was unusually bustling today.

“Is that Lin Xun? The one who slaughtered his way from South Heaven Gate to Misty Moon Lake?”

Some cultivators were seeing Lin Xun in the flesh for the first time, unable to suppress their curiosity as they discussed among themselves.

“After offending so many big divine clans, how does he actually have the nerve to meditate here?”

Many were speechless, finding Lin Xun's audacity staggering. After all, countless divine factions within Fortune Divine City currently wanted nothing less than to grind his bones to dust. Yet here he was, acting as if nothing had happened, even finding leisure to cultivate! 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

In fact, many were secretly in awe. They'd seen bold individuals before, but never one this brazen!

“I wonder if he can still so calmly sit here when the divine sons and divine maidens of those divine clans arrive.”

Most cultivators in the city had heard that several divine clans had dispatched their divine sons and maidens to kill Lin Xun.

This news had sent shockwaves through the entire city. After all, divine clans were the supreme rulers of a whole era, possessing ancient and terrifying heritages. Only a handful within each clan could ever become divine sons or divine maidens. Their aptitude far surpassed their peers and stood out even in the long river of history. On the path of cultivation, they walked as leaders, ceaselessly forging their own legends.

In the Fortune Dominion, there had been an unwritten saying: “At the same realm, only two types of cultivators exist.”

The first type represented the pinnacle achievable by all beings in this world. Normal geniuses, prodigies, and extraordinary talents all fall within this category.

The second type were the divine sons and divine maidens of divine clans. They towered above the first type with foundations beyond ordinary comprehension, each one being a monstrously gifted freak. They represented the pinnacle that only those invincible in their stage could achieve!

Two types of cultivators, a world apart!

In the eyes of others, Lin Xun, who had forced the hands of divine sons and maidens of the big divine clans, undoubtedly belonged to the second category. He embodied the highest height attainable by the peerless in their own realm.

“But isn't combat prohibited in the vicinity of the Fortune Starry Firmament?” someone voiced their confusion.

“You're unaware then, young man. That rule was jointly established by all the major divine clans in the city. Given the situation at hand, do you truly believe they would adhere to it?” said an elder as he stroked his beard.

“If Lin Xun remains here indefinitely, won't that mean the vicinity will soon turn into a place of turmoil?” Those meditating beneath the Fortune Starry Firmament instantly grew restless, their expressions shifting.

In truth, their meditation sessions had been repeatedly disrupted as more cultivators and more gathered in the vicinity. Unable to concentrate anymore, these cultivators departed the area one after another.

Before long, Lin Xun was the only one left. He sat there alone, his legs crossed and his eyes closed. His aura was drawn inward like an old monk in deep meditation, seemingly oblivious to the events unfolding around him.

Such composure caused many cultivators to lament their inferiority. They would likely be squirming like they were on pins and needles, consumed by dread had it been them in his shoes.

“He looks deeply immersed in his insights. If we all strike at him now, do you think we could deal a crushing blow?” a voice rang in the crowd, tinged with temptation and encouragement.

In response, many eyes flickered with calculation, but in the end, no one dared to take the initiative. Lin Xun had established a fearsome reputation by slaughtering his way from South Heaven Gate to Misty Moon Lake. Who would be so emboldened as to risk their own life provoking him?

“Since you suggested, go ahead and try. If you succeed, I'll remember your credit. If you fail, well, we'll see if you're tough enough to come out of it alive,” a deep, detached voice suddenly echoed, followed by the appearance of a towering figure.

It was a man clad in a creamy-white robe, his physique exceptionally imposing with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a heroic bearing that commanded awe. His jet-black hair was tied up behind him, revealing a fair, handsome face. Most striking was the flame-shaped birthmark on his forehead.

“Hail the Divine Son!” A chorus of excited, reverent voices erupted in the crowd.

The other spectators looked over and found that those saluting to the handsome man were experts of the Ying Clan, one of the divine clans ruling the city.

“I know! He's Divine Son Ying Yue!” someone blurted out.

The scene immediately boiled. All eyes turned to the majestic, extraordinary man in the long robe with a mix of curiosity and reverence on their faces.

Divine Son Ying Yue was a legend in the Divine Ying Clan with his unfathomable bloodline talent. His fame had spread far and wide long ago. It was rumored that he had already embarked on the Immortal path after just six hundred years of cultivation, which was nothing short of an astonishing feat!

In the past, legendary figures like Ying Yue would never have set foot into Fortune Divine City. However, he had shown up here before everyone's eyes. It felt as though a legend had descended on the mortal world, stirring all the cultivators present.

Ying Yue paid no heed to the commotion. His eyes flashed like electricity as he gazed at a gray-robed man beside him, the very one who had just spoken up to incite the crowd.

“Sir... I... I was only...” stammered the gray-robed man whose face had been drained of color, but before he could finish, Ying Yue grabbed him by the collar and hurled him at the distant Lin Xun.

He threw him like throwing a spear with force and momentum so overwhelming it sent shivers running down the spines of many spectators.

Swish!

A figure suddenly flashed out from Lin Xun. Clad in a green robe, it was none other than the Green Wood Dao Body. The moment the dao body appeared, he casually extended his hand and firmly caught the gray-robed man. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the man was hurled back.

Bang!

Ying Yue swiped a finger in the air, and the gray-robed man exploded mid flight. A shower of blood rained down as his gory end made countless faces pale. This was perhaps what they called ‘disaster comes from one's own mouth.’

“Even at a time like this, you've only deployed a single clone. Don't you think that's a bit arrogant, my friend?” said Ying Yue, his voice as cold as his gaze.

Silence draped the field as tension in the air thickened. The surrounding cultivators instinctively backed away, well aware that a fierce battle was about to unfold!

“If you're here with a death wish, then wait there,” replied the Green Wood Dao Body casually, while his true form remained motionless throughout like a clay statue, deep in contemplation of the dao.

“Me? A death wish?” A cold glint flashed in Ying Yue's eyes, especially discomfited that Lin Xun's true form had completely ignored him, showing no reaction whatsoever.

“If you're so confident, why make me wait? Don't tell me you're just scared and trying to stall to plot an escape?” said Ying Yue spoke icily, already shrouded in tendrils of murderous intent. The aura emanating from him caused many nearby cultivators to tremble.

“No, you misunderstand me.” The Green Wood Dao Body shook his head. “I want to gather all of your kind first in order to send you on your way together. It saves me the trouble of killing you one by one.”

The entire crowd was flabbergasted, almost unable to believe their ears.

Ying Yue laughed out of utter fury, “What an arrogant fool! In all my life, you're the first to boast with such insolence!”

Boom!

His clothes fluttered wildly as a bizarre, mystical purple flame blazed from him, transforming his might into something boundlessly horrifying. This was the power of a supreme Emperor Ancestor turned Immortal and the aura of someone who was invincible within his realm!

Without a doubt, he was a genius beyond ordinary measure, an unparalleled expert at the pinnacle of the path he was on.

However, just as Ying Yue was about to attack, a faint, icy voice drifted through the area, “Didn’t he say to wait until everyone is here? Why can't you wait a little? Is your Ying Clan so impatient to seize the fortune on him?”