Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I'm dying Before I Got Cheats-Chapter 972 - : Deductions of Star Patterns, Breaking the Impasse

Chapter 972: Deductions of Star Patterns, Breaking the Impasse

Editor: Henyee Translations

After the assembly of various sects transformed into a grand symposium for exchanging ideas on averting calamity, Jiang Chengxuan learned numerous tactics.

Upon his return, he planned to swiftly integrate these strategies according to the needs of the Haoran Sect.

Yet, at its core, the primary issue remained unresolved.

The measures were, ultimately, superficial solutions—merely emergency strategies under the shadow of a great calamity.

The initial objectives and plans of the various sects had not been achieved; in fact, there had been no progress whatsoever.

The discussions had failed to produce even a single concrete plan or strategy for the looming disaster.

Post-discussion, the sect leaders could only return to their respective domains like headless flies, passively awaiting the catastrophe’s descent.

“Sect Master Jiang, it has been too long! May we have a chat?” At this moment, the head of the Qian family and the sect master of the Feitian Sect approached him, smiles on their faces.

They had forged a favorable impression of each other during the conflicts of the Five Realms War.

Their joint approach to Jiang Chengxuan was clearly motivated by a singular issue—they sought an alliance with the Haoran Sect to jointly face the impending ordeal.

“It is indeed my intention,” Jiang Chengxuan responded with a smile, signaling his readiness to collaborate.

Jiang Chengxuan had already identified the Qian family and the Flying Heaven Sect as potential allies and had discreetly tested the waters with them on several occasions. This gathering provided a perfect opportunity to formalize this alliance.

As if their conversation was a signal, many other sects within the grand hall began to cautiously probe each other, seeking partnerships. Naturally, several wished to join the formidable ship that was the Haoran Sect. However, Jiang Chengxuan, adhering to a principle of quality over quantity, tactfully rebuffed these overtures.

Even as the joint deliberation concluded, Jiang Chengxuan did not seek to add more allies.

Other forces had more or less settled their alliances. Those who lacked influence managed to barely secure an ally in the Pantheon Sect, which had initiated the conference and thus could hardly refuse any solicitations.

Soon after the meeting adjourned, everyone bid their farewells and returned to their respective sects.

That night, Jiang Chengxuan stood atop the Cloud Mist Peak, observing the stars. Shen Ruyan, ever faithful, was by his side, never straying.

With Jiang Chengxuan’s influence, this once unremarkable peak had become a landmark of the Haoran Sect.

Standing at the summit, the stars seemed within reach, vast and profound.

Since ancient times, celestial patterns, intrinsically linked with the Dao, have been observed to discern the changes in the world, with each influencing the other.

Earthly diviners revered by thousands would predict the future based on these patterns, though their insights were mere fragments compared to what true cultivators could perceive.

Gazing at the stars, even Shen Ruyan felt a profound connection. Jiang Chengxuan, armed with the Heavenly Calculation Technique, had been deeply contemplating the great calamity, noticing many subtle shifts.

Having advanced this technique to Level 6, he sensed that the impending calamity was bound to be terrifying.

Those not at the Dao Mastery level might not even qualify to contend with it.

The situation seemed worse than anyone could have anticipated.

In his divinatory vision, Jiang Chengxuan saw a massive dark red star, glowing ominously, bearing down on a tiny pale blue star—the Floodgate Realm.

This foreboding image, nearly a guarantee of a dire fate, depicted a calamity so severe that even the mightiest in the Floodgate Realm would be helpless.

As the power of his divination intensified, the vision became clearer.

He saw gigantic demonic hands pressing down, extinguishing even the brightest glimmers of hope, indicating that even the most powerful beings in the Floodgate Realm would stand no chance against the calamity.

“Is there really no path to survival?” Jiang Chengxuan pondered deeply, his brow furrowed with the magnitude of the danger, which was immense and shrouded in mystery.

Even with his advanced divinatory capabilities, it was difficult to see a clear future or find a path to salvation.

However, at that moment, a sudden insight struck him. “A path! Yes, that’s it!”

He was suddenly overjoyed, realizing the crux of the issue. The extreme danger was due to their passivity—they were merely waiting for the calamity to arrive without any proactive strategy.

In the midst of urgent concerns, a critical risk had been overlooked—the demonic sects still lurking within the Floodgate Realm, likely to welcome the demonic invasion.

“Husband, have you thought of a plan?” Shen Ruyan asked, noticing Jiang Chengxuan’s delighted expression—her smile reflecting her relief at seeing him so animated after days of seriousness.

“Yes, my wife, I have found the key to the problem,” Jiang Chengxuan replied without hesitation, quickly sharing his epiphany with Shen Ruyan.

His solution was straightforward yet bold: to once again unite with other sects to encircle and suppress the demonic cultivators.

While it might not be possible to eradicate them entirely, the goal was to significantly restrict their activities and reduce the likelihood of unforeseen disruptions.

This approach would also serve as a stern warning to the demonic forces—any thoughts of rebellion would have to be carefully reconsidered, given their dramatically reduced maneuverability.

Shen Ruyan’s eyes lit up upon hearing his plan. “This indeed sounds like a good strategy,” she agreed, understanding that this proactive stance could alter the dynamics of the upcoming calamity.

As Jiang Chengxuan explained his plan in detail to Shen Ruyan, a weight seemed to lift from his shoulders.

The oppressive sense of doom that had clouded his thoughts began to dissipate, suggesting that this plan could indeed strike at the heart of the crisis and potentially sway the course of the forthcoming events.