Chapter 743: The Destiny Borne

In other words, it was a Heavenly God that had risen in the past hundred years or so, and it had changed its name after promotion; no wonder Mitian said it didn't recognize it.

Hearing this, He Lingchuan understood that Mitian's goal in creating the Punishment Dragon Pillar had been achieved; it had indeed incited chaos and war in the divine realm.

Shinan added: "Do you know what the two characters 'Naluo' mean in the divine language?"

He Lingchuan shook his head. How would he know?

"It means 'destiny'," Shinan gave a 'he' sound. "Bilu changed its name to 'Naluo', self-proclaiming itself as the God of Destiny; how arrogant!"

"'Destiny'?" He Lingchuan murmured. "What qualifications does it have to dare call itself 'Destiny'?"

"I've heard a legend—merely a legend—that Bilu was lucky enough to pick up a part of an ancient god's divine status. It hid it carefully, refining it slowly, unknown to any god. It wasn't until its strength greatly increased and it became a righteous god that it refined the ancient god's divine status fragment, mastering a trace of the power of destiny!"

He Lingchuan heard a new term again: "What is an ancient god?"

"The five questions are answered; we'll meet again." The old temple attendant finished whetting his appetite, and smoke began to emerge from his mouth and nose.

"I heard that a major change occurred in Lingxu City a few months ago; what is the divine realm's reaction to this?" He Lingchuan seized the last opportunity. "This can't be a secret, right? I could ask other gods the same thing!"

"Turmoil!" Shinan pulled a twisted and malicious smile. "Turmoil like a bloody storm. The good show has already begun! You humans are truly interesting."

Afterward, the smoke was completely exhausted and vanished into the air in an instant.

The old temple attendant knelt down, his expression weary, with two streams of fresh blood flowing from under his nose.

Although it wasn't a divine descent just now, it was just the god using him to talk to He Lingchuan. But after all, he was too old, and his aged body couldn't quite bear it.

He Lingchuan took out a silver ingot and thanked him again.

Dong Rui led him to leave Leigong Temple, and when passing through the market, he even bought a few strings of Dugu fruit. Before these fruits were peeled, they looked like longan, and after peeling, they looked like lychee, the flesh crystal clear, sweet, and juicy.

The two sat by the river peeling fruit and eating, silent for a long time.

He Lingchuan stared at the distant riverbank, lost in thought for a long time.

The weather was truly cold, and even with cultivation, Dong Rui felt his butt was frozen through. He gave an 'ai' sound, looking for something to say: "So you have a divine seal mark; you're dead!"

This guy didn't look very dejected, though. A dejected person wouldn't eat three jin of Dugu fruit in two quarters of an hour.

Regarding his gloating, He Lingchuan didn't even turn his eyeballs.

"The Shinan God just said that there is no precedent for a divine descent failing."

He Lingchuan lowered his head and peeled a fruit: "Thank you for reminding me."

"Then why did you go to make a scene in the Heavenly Palace and do so much useless work?" Dong Rui didn't understand. "If I were you, I'd eat and drink well and have a good time for a few years before the divine descent."

When knowing their tragic destiny, shouldn't ordinary people be in despair?

"Man proposes, God disposes," He Lingchuan said calmly. "How many times have you escaped death following me?"

That's right, this kid was good at seeking life in death. Sitting and waiting for death was definitely not his character. "You've thought of a way?"

"Not yet." But he wasn't used to sitting and waiting for death.

"Haven't thought of it, or haven't figured it out?"

"Only a little clue." How could it be so easy to figure out? Cracking divine arts, no joke.

"Ai." So there is one? Worthy of you. "It only took two days to come to Xunyang Sandbar; what do you plan to do next?"

"You go back to accompany the old lady and the second lady. Can you stay put?" A shut-in should have no problem.

"I have plenty of things to be busy with," Dong Rui counted on his fingers. "The Snail Toad was a work completed in a rush many years ago; I want to modify it again to make it more stable and no longer dependent on Prunella vulgaris; I have to try the life-extension method Zhu Xiuer taught me on the Ghost Ape; and the things you brought out from the Fu Realm are also worth pondering."

If he wanted to be busy, he would have endless experiments to do.

"Can it be used?" He Lingchuan looked sideways. "Can it be used on your demon puppets?"

Dong Rui rubbed his hands: "Hard to say, that's why it's worth testing." The monsters in the Fu Realm were generally formidable; if they could be fused with his demon puppets, ai ai, just thinking about it was quite exciting.

He chattered on about a bunch of technical terms; He Lingchuan didn't understand, but didn't interrupt him, just letting his mind wander to the void.

When Dong Rui realized he was already thirsty, he hurriedly ate two fruits to quench his thirst before asking his companion: "What about you?"

"I still have a long journey; two months is just enough for a round trip."

Dong Rui wondered: "Where are you going?"

He Lingchuan smiled: "Going back to my hometown to do a verification."

Tracing the source, he had to return to the place where it all began.

If he wanted to resist Naluotian's divine descent, that might be the only chance.

"By the way, lend me your bat demon puppet for the journey." Taking the air route would save time.

"Fine." In any case, Dong Rui had nowhere else to go. "Remember, it only eats fruit; if there's really no fruit, it can barely eat some meat, but it doesn't suck blood!"

At this time, the sky cleared, and several slanting rays of sun shone down from the gaps in the clouds, right onto the riverside.

"Finally the sun is out!" He Lingchuan had been freezing outdoors, and this was the moment he was waiting for. "You stand in the sunlight."

"Why?" Dong Rui hadn't reacted yet, but his body subconsciously stood in the sunlight.

Sunbathing in the middle of winter was quite comfortable.

"As expected." He Lingchuan suddenly drew his blade and circled it behind his neck.

The bright blade finished a circle behind his neck before Dong Rui reacted, startled: "What are you doing!"

"The Shinan God from just now did something to you."

As soon as Dong Rui stood in the sunlight, the pale gray silk thread behind his neck had nowhere to hide—of course, only He Lingchuan could see it. This was another "causal thread" commonly used by Heavenly Gods; previously, the Hundred Battles Heavenly God had also secretly placed one on Zhu Xiuer: "It wanted to track us; no wonder it was so easy to talk to just now, and even allowed overdrawing five questions. It must have taken quite a bit of time to entangle this 'causal thread'."

Dong Rui also remembered Zhu Xiuer's encounter and knew He Lingchuan could see and cut such threads, but he was a bit unconvinced: "Why can't this thing entangle you?"

It couldn't entangle He Lingchuan, so it entangled him instead? He Lingchuan smiled: "Who told you I am the chosen one?"

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He Lingchuan rode the bat demon puppet during the day and was not idle at night when entering Yuheng City.

A new official takes office with three fires; he held several military meetings, dragged the generals over to get familiar, issued some indicators, and then went to patrol the front line of the border.

He had once talked to General Hong by the Yin River, so he had a deep impression of this place.

During the high-water season, the river surface was more than forty zhang wide; during the dry season like now, it was less than fifteen zhang, and the pebbles on the riverbed were all exposed.

This river was the border between Panlong City and the Jin Tao Nation.

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