Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 282: 30: Sword of the Ancestor Yan Zu 2

Translator: 549690339

His pupils suddenly contracted.

A multitude of scenes appeared before him, constantly reshaping and presenting themselves.

Lofty mountains that reached the sky, a sky filled with golden clouds, it was indeed the familiar sight of the vast mountain range, only the sky was now enveloped by a sun-shrouding golden mist.

“So even your Immortal World has come to such a day?”

An ethereal and mighty voice echoed through the mountains.

This terrifying voice caused the surrounding heaven and earth to tremble violently for thousands of miles.

Although the perspective was from high above in the vast sky, one could still clearly see the ground covered with countless casualties, the fallen fallen, and the crippled crippled.

The scene suddenly changed.

The sound of wind could be heard, obviously the sound of a flying sword soaring through the sky, eventually landing on an azure stone cliff.

A large hand appeared before him, gripping the sword handle, unable to see the person’s face clearly, only capturing a side profile of a man clad in white.

But Zhao Huai could be certain that it was a man.

“Zhao Yan, you have arrived too late!”

“You can’t protect this Blessed Land in the Spiritual Mountain anymore!” The terrifying voice spoke once again.

The sword’s owner did not speak but took action instead, his wide white sleeves fluttered in the wind as he soared straight into the sky.

His figure followed his sword.

Where the man went, the ground was swept clean of darkness, and the sound of sword humming echoed through the sky.

Roar!

Soon, the majestic image of a white dragon emerged, swimming through the world and sweeping away everything in the human realm.

“Zhao Yan, you are digging your own grave!”

“Are you trying to destroy the Immortal World?”

“To gain it would be my fortune, to lose it would be my fate; this is a great path I cannot avoid.”

“Before the millennia-long Ascension Tribulation, the cards need to be reshuffled.”

As the voice of the man in white fell, he swung his sword down.

Although Zhao Huai could not see the scene on the ground, he could feel the power of this sword, shaking heaven and earth, slaying everything in its path, even causing a crack to appear in the dome of the sky!

For a moment, the entire Spiritual Mountain trembled incessantly.

At this point, the scene came to a halt.

For a long time, Zhao Huai’s eyes were unfocused, still holding the sword -touching gesture.

“What has this kid seen?”

Old man Wang noticed that something was amiss, his wrinkled old hand also touched the damaged immortal sword, and after sensing it for a while, he suddenly said:

“No wonder… it’s such a coincidence.”

Zhao Huai’s consciousness returned to his body, his eyes filled with shock that took a long time to subside.

It took him quite a while to calm down, then he looked at old man Wang and asked solemnly:

“Whose sword is this?”

Old man Wang, with a head full of white hair, twiddled his goatee and raised his eyebrows in response:

“This was the walking sword of Ancestor Yan Zu back in the day. You, kid, are very lucky to have picked such a treasure. Could this be destiny?”

“It seems like this sword has already chosen you.”

Zhao Huai’s eyes slightly narrowed as he held the sword handle and looked at the rusty, cracked sword edge.

He fell into deep thought.

Could it be that the man in white he saw just now was the ancestor Yan Zu?

Was Zhao Yan the name of Yan Zu?

If so, who was the enemy in the scene?

Who was Yan Zu battling, and how did the final outcome unfold?

What did he mean by reshuffling the cards?

As he pondered, the surrounding flying swords twitched slightly. Old man Wang looked at them and said with a faint smile:

“It seems like you’re a person of great fortune too.”

“It’s unheard of for so many swords to want to follow you. It’s usually difficult for ordinary people to even find one, yet so many swords want to follow you.” By normal standards, one sword would be paired with one person.

Swords, like people, have pride.

It’s rare for multiple flying swords to follow one master.

But such a phenomenon was indeed happening right now.

The surrounding damaged flying swords seemed to tremble, heading towards Zhao Huai’s direction, apparently wanting to recognize him as their master.

“Kid, why don’t you quickly open the Sword-Nurturing Gourd and claim the flying swords?”

Old man Wang reminded him.

Zhao Huai nodded, took out the green sword nurturing gourd, and opened the stopper. “Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Soon, there were noticeably fewer flying swords around.

Zhao Huai roughly counted that he had collected about six damaged immortal swords just now.

Old man Wang showed a faint smile at this time and said, “Don’t underestimate these damaged immortal swords. In any case, they were made of immortal grade spiritual treasures back then. Their masters were the Mighty of that time. With the current conditions, it’s impossible to have flying swords of this quality anymore. Once you recognize one, there’s one less.”

“Ordinary magical weapons will break in one touch upon contact.”

Zhao Huai nodded slowly. He could feel the profound and long-lasting aura in the immortal swords, flowing constantly through his meridians and bones. As long as they were cultivated, their power would be extraordinary. He also felt subtle changes in his body, but he couldn’t quite say what they were.

After putting Ancestor Yan Zu’s walking sword into the Sword-Nurturing Gourd as well, Zhao Huai let out a sigh of relief.

His trip to the Sword Pavilion was almost over. Zhao Huai bowed to old man Wang and said,

“Zhao Huai thanks senior for his guidance.”

He knew that without old man Wang, it would be difficult for him to find a suitable flying sword among the vast sea of swords.

“If you want to express gratitude, thank your aptitude for sword skill.”

Old man Wang shook his head and said, “I wouldn’t have cared about ordinary disciples, but your aptitude for sword skill seems to be unfixed, and you’re born with the material for cultivating swords, which is quite rare.”

Of course, Zhao Huai knew what the other party was talking about.

With the destiny of a [Sword Skill Grandmaster], his aptitude for sword skill ranked among the top in the world.

His level of sword skill would only continue to improve until he transcended the mortal world and became an immortal.

“Senior, I have a question. I wonder if you can answer it for me.”

“Hmm?”

“How did you manage to stay in this Sword Pavilion, which houses a million hidden swords? Even Elder Guan was standing at the entrance without going in, so it’s obvious that the will of the sword skill has a great influence on people.”

“I heard that you are only at the Golden Core Realm, can you really resist these sword intents?”

Zhao Huai had just touched the sword and now knew how uncomfortable this feeling was.

A new memory appeared in his mind out of thin air, which put an extremely high demand on an ordinary person’s spiritual power.

If one were to stay in the Sword Pavilion for a long time, they would probably be driven mad by these swords.

Moreover, there were some evil swords. Although he had not encountered any, it did not mean that old man Wang, the sword guardian, wouldn’t come across them.

In such a harsh environment, the fact that the other party had survived could only mean that his strength was terrifying.

Zhao Huai believed that this elder was definitely more than just the Golden

Core Realm.

Facing Zhao Huai’s question, old man Wang had no intention of answering, and said indifferently,

“Don’t ask too much about what you shouldn’t.”

“Now that you’ve got the sword, please go back.”

With that, old man Wang went straight towards the entrance.

Zhao Huai thought for a moment, then followed.

“Your Highness, how was your harvest?”

Elder Guan at the entrance saw Zhao Huai and smiled. “It’s good, all of them are of superior quality flying swords.”

“That’s good.”

Elder Guan was satisfied to see Zhao Huai’s perfect acquisition of his chance.

As the two chatted, they arrived at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion. Zhao Huai looked up, but couldn’t see old man Wang anymore.

“Elder Guan, I will take my leave.”

“Your Highness, see you again.”

After stepping out, Zhao Huai bid farewell to Elder Guan,

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yu Qinghan’s figure already quietly standing outside the Sword Pavilion, waiting silently.

“Madam, how come you’re here?”

Zhao Huai asked in surprise.

He had already told her when he left Secular Immortal Peak that he would be back soon.

Yu Qinghan’s face was solemn and said, ‘While my husband was away, disciples from Yan Sheng Mansion came.” “Yan Sheng Mansion, what’s the matter?”

Zhao Huai frowned.

“The words on the stele have been deciphered,” said Yu Qinghan, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

“What? Deciphered?”

Zhao Huai was very surprised.

He didn’t expect that after just a few days, the words on the stele would be deciphered. This efficiency was too fast.

“Yes, this matter is quite significant. The master of Exquisite Palace, the Eternal Taoist Temple Master, and the Abbot of Little Lingyin Temple have all gone to Yan Sheng Mansion, and they asked me to pass the message on to you.” Zhao Huai quickly took a few steps forward and asked, “Is there any specific news about the stele?”

Yu Qinghan’s eyes were sharp as she said, “This stele seems to be from Ascension Land. The specifics can only be known after going to Yan Sheng

Mansion.”