The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 351 - 230: The Truth of the Mythical Era, Survival of the Fittest, I, the Demon Venerable, Yun Qinghe of the Second Life

He found a faint yellow light coming from inside. ’Someone’s in there?’

Walking inside, he saw a kind-faced High Monk sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"Patron, are you also here to take shelter from the night?"

"You may as well save your lamp oil. This humble Monk can also provide light."

The High Monk smiled and pressed his palms together.

Lu Mingyuan, however, stared at him with extreme vigilance.

The man had no candle. ’Where is the light coming from?’

’Something’s strange here.’

He watched as the first section of his lamp wick burned out.

Lu Mingyuan had no time for conversation and directly took out a second wick.

"Patron..."

The moment the light went out, the kind-faced High Monk’s voice vanished instantly.

A bone-chilling sensation flooded his heart.

The next second, as Lu Mingyuan’s light bloomed, the darkness before him was dispelled.

The High Monk before him had completely changed.

Its body was twisted and hunched, its limbs pale and withered, all contorted to varying degrees. On its bald head, there was no mouth or nose—only a bare skull. Its jet-black eye sockets were terrifying, and two ugly hands reached out to grab Lu Mingyuan.

This was the first time Lu Mingyuan had seen what these beings of the night truly were.

"Zhurong Prayer Technique, Ming Yan."

Without any hesitation, Lu Mingyuan directly cast his Witchcraft at the Demon Fiend.

The Monk-like Demon Fiend was engulfed in crimson flames, letting out a horrifying shriek.

Bathed in the crimson flames, countless red spots appeared on the Demon Fiend’s body as it was scorched by the intense heat. Under the blaze, its skin peeled off piece by piece until it finally vanished into ash, leaving behind only a single, faintly glowing yellow Relic.

Lu Mingyuan stared at the remains, lost in thought.

’These creatures seem different from ordinary Demon Fiends. They have no consciousness at all. They’re Undead, driven purely by instinct.’

’But in its previous life, it was indeed a High Monk, no different from the monks of the Central Plains World. Why would it turn into this?’

Lu Mingyuan searched the cave and, deep inside, actually found a Buddhist Scripture buried under a rock.

A clear warning from the one who came before.

He didn’t dare touch this Buddhist Scripture.

In the Holy Netherworld, misfortune was everywhere. Who knew what was hidden inside this Buddhist Scripture.

Afterward, Lu Mingyuan stayed in the cave for three days.

After a month and three days, the sky finally brightened once more.

Lu Mingyuan put away his Parasol Lamp and slowly continued on his way.

He was heading to the Great Nether Divine Institute in the Central Domain to participate in the entrance ceremony.

The Wild Bull Race, being one of the most powerful tribes of the Witch Race, held quite a few admission spots for the Divine Institute.

「On the day of admission.」

Lu Mingyuan finally got to see what the Central Imperial City of the Great Netherworld looked like.

The city walls were towering, grand, and imposing.

Two enormous lanterns hung above the city gates, clearly for illumination. After entering the city, he saw that every household had all sorts of lanterns at their doors.

One could imagine that at night, the Great Nether Emperor City was truly a City of No Night in the darkness.

After entering the city, Lu Mingyuan saw many different races. There were skeletons walking on the roads, and members of the Stone Race, whose bodies were as hard as rock.

There were pale-skinned men and women with faces full of curse marks. Lu Mingyuan had done his research before leaving and had a general understanding of the various major races.

These Cultivators were the Nether Race.

The Nether Race was a race that cultivated the Curse Dao, capable of easily killing people with Divine Prayer Spells.

There were also monsters with fearsome Evil Qi, fangs, and green faces, who were actually the Asura Race.

He also saw some beings who looked normal, with handsome and beautiful faces, appearing just like the true Human Race. As they walked, however, a dense Yin Qi radiated from them, making one feel a deep chill.

This was a skill that could only be mastered by the Ghost Race with considerably high Cultivation, allowing them to conceal their appearance from when they died.

A few individuals had blood-red pupils and were exceptionally handsome men. Lu Mingyuan recognized them at a glance as the Blood Race he had encountered above the Great Wall.

Among these races, the Witch Race was relatively rare.

The most numerous were actually the Blood Race and the Ghost Race, most of whom looked normal.

Those who looked normal were living beings. The Rakshasa Race, Asura Race, Nether Race, Demon Race, Blood Race, and Witch Race were all living beings, meaning they were born that way and reproduced similarly to the Human Race.

The Stone Race, Ghost Race, Corpse Race, and Bone Race, on the other hand, were Undead. Many of them had been transformed from living beings.

The Demon Fiends, who had no place to survive in the Central Plains World, found a paradise in this land.

Lu Mingyuan arrived at a unique area where patches of demonic clouds gathered above dozens of palace halls.

The Array Inscriptions of the Palace Protection Ancient Array emerged, converging and flickering in and out of sight.

This was clearly the location of the Divine Institute.

"All of you who wish to be formally admitted and study the Divine Prayer Skill under the great Divine Venerable must complete a mandatory challenge."

Between the palace halls, a tall man from the Celestial Demon Race, who carried himself like an instructor, spoke sternly to the crowd.

"And that is to hunt the geniuses of the Human Race."

Hearing this, the crowd erupted in discussion. Some were excited, others were surprised.

Lu Mingyuan was one of the surprised ones.

He hadn’t expected that establishing a foothold in the Holy Netherworld would be so difficult.

’Could it be? Is this a test from the Grand Thousand Canglan Map?’

’After experiencing being in the righteous faction once, this time, the Scroll World wants me to be a Demon to test my Daoxin.’

’It wants to create a conflict within me.’

’I have to admit, the difficulty of this second life is much greater than the first.’

"Depart at once!"

The geniuses from the major races of the Five Domains all gathered and headed toward a massive Teleportation Array. When the light flared up, Lu Mingyuan found himself in a lush rainforest.