Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Friend Du Miaochan

Li Hui’s true form lies deep in Mount Tai, while his legal form travels across the vast grassland. Only the blood talisman forged with the seals of the Six Paths seeks connections to the Haotu Sect.

The leader of the Haotu Sect, a shrewd old fellow, threatens with the underground refugees. However, today’s Li Hui is different from the past; he masters the Six Paths of Reincarnation and possesses the demonic heart of Tian Xin, reacting so swiftly that it startles the old man who has lived through countless tribulations for tens of thousands of years.

Blood Light flies like a banner, falling from the sky and writing countless runes on the mountains and rivers of the Haotu Sect, quickly seeping into the ground and rushing toward the refugees. Each person bears a curse mark on their forehead.

His voice echoes in the heavens and the earth: “Today, as you face tribulation, for every soul that dies underground, the curse power will increase. Do not bind me with your kindness; if you do, you will die a miserable death. Furthermore, you have been comprehending for forty thousand years, yet your level is still far from sufficient! I summon my future self from two thousand years later; he exists in a chaotic world, facing countless calamities daily! He often comprehends the Dao at over a hundred times the flow of time; in two thousand years, he has condensed a hundred thousand years worth of merits, and I have advanced beyond his foundation to realize much more than you can about Tian Xin’s insight into all things!”

“Nonsense! Even if you summon future consciousness, without truly experiencing it, how could you gain the heart of Dao of a hundred thousand years? How can you possibly understand Tian Xin better than me?”

“You do not understand; calamity is achievement, calamity is recognition, and calamity is also opportunity!” The voice lingers ethereally.

The leader of the Haotu Sect bellows: “Then tell me why heaven’s killing intent seeks to annihilate all life! Heaven is ruthless and treats all beings as straw dogs; we are all its offerings.”

Li Hui finally responds: “Humans have calamities, and the world also has calamities. After enduring calamities, one can progress further. You think the Unrivaled Calamity Master is a pawn? God uses our hands to enact slaughter! That shows a lack of understanding of your own value. Wrong! Big mistake! A ridiculous error! After all these years, you have yet to discover your existence’s true significance; no wonder you are heading toward destruction! The Unrivaled Calamity Master is a ruler that helps the world face calamities and reach new heights. You have missed the chance, so today you are doomed to fall!”

“No, foolish words, ranting, nonsense! With different paths, we cannot plot together! I am the foremost person of the Wutu Continent.” The leader of the Haotu Sect is filled with rage; how could he be inferior to a little brat who has only cultivated for a few years?

The grassland has returned to calm, and the calamity power from the Wutu Continent rushes toward Dalong and the Haotu Sect.

In the same thatched hut, Li Xiao Jiu lies on the straw mat, chewing on grass while deep in thought: “This speech should be enough to strike at that old fellow’s heart of Dao, right? Friends die, but I live on; that’s how Tian Xin operates. He holds a Buddha Treasure that resembles a treasure banner. This leader of the Haotu Sect probably has affiliations with the Buddhist sect, utilizing the Buddhist treasure with great authenticity. Wait, he claimed to have been the sect leader of the Jin Tian Sect. Could he be more formidable than the old Daoist master of Xuan Zhen? What kind of cultivation is that? Is it the Void Ascension beyond the Traveling Realm? Changsheng Tian’s strength is too weak. I need to make a trip to the Great Xia Xu State and have Du Miaochan read an omen. An old fellow with forty thousand years of life is certainly not simple when he plots schemes.”

Having thought of this, Li Xiao Jiu gets up and speaks to Li Da: “Big brother, tomorrow a monk will come; he will take all the slaves and intimidate the Giant Armored Tribe to establish a Buddhist nation on this vast grassland. I need to step out for something; don’t worry about your younger brother.”

“Xiao Jiu, you’re not dreaming, are you? A monk? Taking slaves away?”

“That monk’s name is Jieyin, and he is the host at the Law Destruction Temple…” Li Xiao Jiu leaves the thatched hut, a flickering shadow transforming and vanishing toward the direction of the Great Xia.

About two hours later, the flickering shadow arrives at the Great Xia Xu State, flying straight toward a grand Daoist temple built on a hillside.

Before he arrives, his voice calls out: “I humbly ask Brother Du to read an omen for me!”

A moment later, his form lands in the temple. He finds it empty; the courtyard is filled with fallen leaves and weeds, clearly indicating that the Daoists in the temple have been gone for some time.

“Uh?” Li Hui looks around and understands, chuckling: “Doesn’t seem I can get this reading; they’ve already hidden away! Truly worthy of being the first iron-clad diviner of Wutu, Du Miaochan; that Tan Tiandi pales in comparison! You can still jump out now; when I search heaven and earth and capture you, I’ll stick a talisman on your forehead to remove your spiritual essence, a talisman on your chest to remove your Dao achievements, and a talisman below to prevent you from visiting brothels.”

“Hey, don’t be like that!” A person emerges from the corner, pale-faced, and says: “You really know how to treat this poor Daoist.”

“Have you come out?” Li Hui stands with his hands behind his back.

The Daoist, with green hair at his temples and large eyes, holds a compass and says: “Li Yingjun, you are a plague star. You know my background, and you intend to rob me, right? Others pay me for readings, yet you arise countless troubles without ever giving even a bit of money.”

“Ha ha, friends should not talk about money.” Li Hui chuckles dryly.

“Who is your friend? You just bully this poor demon cicada! You guessed right; the old fellow has cunningly transferred most of Changsheng Tian’s power away. However, he is shrewd, using his true form and immense luck to face calamities, completely severing his connection while guessing… ”

“Brother Du should know I don’t like leaving traces when I act!”

“Goodness, getting involved with you means my future will be filled with misfortune. How about this: Tan Tiandi is still a trace; I’ll help you figure out where he is, okay?”

“Alright, alright! Let’s calculate Tan Tiandi, and also check on Changsheng Tian.” Li Hui meets Du Miaochan for the first time but feels a sense of urgency, for to advance further in the future, they must rely on each other. This friendship even transcends time to come to the present.

“Tan Tiandi has hidden in the Thirteenth Prince’s residence. You previously cursed him; he needs a master in the Traveling Realm to lift the curse power. This guy is quite ruthless; he used his friend Jinkui as a scapegoat to extend his life by three days and joined the Thirteenth Prince for his own survival. He is particularly skilled at calling on many experts to deal with you. As for Changsheng Tian, that guy is dead yet not dead; it seems he has entered the Yin Moon Dynasty to become a ghost or deity!”

“A ghost or deity?” Li Hui is astonished.

Du Miaochan nods: “Yes, a deity worshipped by billions of ghosts; that is just an ace up Changsheng Tian’s sleeve. In addition, the Unrivaled Calamity Master from the Haotu Sect hasn’t given up. He has borrowed a Buddhist treasure from Xun Zuoyuan to face tribulation! Xun Zuoyuan is your lifelong formidable foe and seems to be doing something far-reaching. I have struggled to deduce it, yet I cannot grasp it. Two thousand years later, you have yet to mention the events concerning the Xun family father and son?”

“I mentioned it, but that father and son disappeared for five hundred years. After five hundred years, the world changed drastically, and they underestimated the cultivate of those times, attempting to stir up trouble and getting brutally suppressed; they’ve crossed paths with Old Li no more than three times.”

“Not quite! They disrupted the timeline as a cover; you need to be careful, exceptionally cautious.” Du Miaochan warns seriously: “The Time line is a crucial battlefield; Xun Zuoyuan’s fortune and techniques run deeply and are not easily discernible.”

“Got it! First, I’ll deal with Changsheng Tian and Tan Tiandi.” Before leaving, Li Hui asks again: “Brother Du, you possess unmatched calculating skills. Do you know the origins of Prime Minister Turtle?”

“Get out of here! Don’t bring calamity upon me; some things cannot be asked.” Du Miaochan waves his hand hurriedly. He has long predicted that this guy is restless; who would have thought the opportunity would drag him into troubles on their first encounter? Good times are over, and the days ahead will not be easy…