The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Three Inquiries of Destiny!

On Reincarnation Star—controlled directly by the Reincarnation Divine Sect and the largest and most Spirit Qi-rich among more than ten cultivation stars—there was a gigantic island in the midst of its boundless ocean.

This island served as the residence for the high echelons of the Reincarnation Divine Sect. The island was a true paradise, home to rare beasts and towering ancient trees, a place blessed with exceptional natural beauty. Only the most powerful, who had reached the Deity Transformation phase, or those of high status such as sect leaders, protectors, or the Holy Son, could reside here.

At this moment, Wen Lingtian, an Astral Projection old ancestor of the Reincarnation Divine Sect, was pacing back and forth in the grand hall of the sect. Typically stoic and unemotional, his expression now was as grim as it could be.

Suddenly, a figure flew into the hall—it was a Deity Transformation stage elder. With utmost respect, the elder reported, "Honored Ancestor, the eighth-ranked extraterrestrial battlefield has completely collapsed. We have failed to locate the Taotie Seed."

Wen Lingtian took a deep breath. "What about Hanshuang? I sensed that she released the Life-Death Mystic Ice, she must have faced a great calamity. Did you bring her back?"

The elder sighed, "Before the total collapse of the extraterrestrial battlefield, we sent multiple groups of cultivators to the cave to search for the Holy Maiden. Six Nascent Soul cultivators perished in spatial rifts, and over fifty Golden Core cultivators fell to ancient beasts such as the nether crocodile. But we never found any trace of the Holy Maiden."

Wen Lingtian frowned deeply. "Impossible! The Life-Death Mystic Ice is extremely hard; even small spatial rifts cannot break it!"

The Deity Transformation elder offered a bitter smile, "Ancestor... we truly could not find her..."

Wen Lingtian waved his hand dismissively, "Go."

"Yes," the elder bowed respectfully and departed.

As Wen Lingtian paced back and forth, his frustration grew. Finally, he decided to take out a disc. The disc was engraved with the Bagua and embedded with eight precious gems, each containing the essence of destiny.

At the center of the disc was a still pool of water—his life-bound magic treasure, the "Inquiry Heaven Disc," specialized not in combat but in divination. Using this disc, Wen Lingtian had risen step by step to his current exalted position.

"Expend fifty years of lifespan to inquire about the whereabouts of Leng Hanshuang," Wen Lingtian muttered as he manipulated the disc.

The normally tranquil water surface began to stir but never settled down again. There was not even a fragmented image, not to mention any slight clue. When the water finally calmed down, everything was as it was before, except Wen Lingtian had irreversibly lost fifty years of his lifespan.

Wen Lingtian furrowed his brows deeply. He took a deep breath and commanded in a low voice, "Expend one hundred years of lifespan, inquire the heavens again!"

Around the Inquiry Heaven Disc, two of the eight embedded gems began to rotate, their energy cascading into the water. The surface agitated once more, like the sea during a tempest, but just like before, no image appeared.

Wen Lingtian felt a pang of pain. He had just thrown away a hundred and fifty years of his lifespan for nothing—as if creating mere ripples in water, revealing nothing.

"Who could stand this!" Wen Lingtian glanced at his reflection in the water, noting several new strands of silver hair at his temples.

With fierce determination, he growled, "Three hundred years of lifespan! Three inquiries of the heavens!"