Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 32: Child of Destiny, Regret Buried Deep in the Heart
"Senior Mu Yan, could it be...?"
Mu Yan’s words weren’t loud, but many cultivators heard them.
Immediately, a cultivator spoke up to ask. They also wanted to know how that young man had achieved it. Merely with a Martial Soul less than Level One, how could he create such an astounding miracle in just one month?
One must know, that’s the Profound Spirit Eighth Layer, in just one month.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yan slowly raised his eyes, gazing at the figure slowly departing, his expression changing repeatedly, and finally, full of shock, he said, "Could it be, he is the legendary—Child of Destiny?"
"Child of Destiny?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene was instantly stunned.
A Child of Destiny, it’s been years since this topic was last mentioned.
"The so-called Child of Destiny is also known on the Martial Soul Continent as the son of the Heavenly Dao. These figures awaken with not high Soul Levels, yet their fate is extraordinary, favored by the heavens, always able to seize great opportunities and advance rapidly."
An elder cultivator explained.
"Throughout ancient and modern times, such Children of Destiny have indeed been born, not just one or two, but as many as dozens, all of whom are illustrious figures in the river of history."
"However, regrettably, although these Children of Destiny are indeed extraordinarily lucky and continuously encounter great opportunities throughout their lives, it is extremely difficult for them to grow up, most dying young."
"Of course, there are successful cases of Children of Destiny, such as the one who suddenly rose five thousand years ago, constantly gaining great opportunities solely relying on their good fortune, and by chance, they connected with a formidable Martial Soul, becoming one of the pinnacle existences on the Martial Soul Continent."
"But such people are extremely rare throughout history, encountering one is already considered fortunate beyond years, yet who would have thought that after five thousand years, another Child of Destiny would be born."
"Could it be that he obtained a great opportunity in the Soul Beast Forest and that’s why...?"
Countless cultivators were filled with astonishment.
The Child of Destiny is not baseless rumors but has traces to follow, causing them to believe it.
Not to mention, the Child of Destiny from five thousand years ago is still alive; when mentioned, countless people are filled with fear and respect.
Moreover, coupled with Ye Xiaofan’s recent performances, it was indeed easy for everyone to associate him with a Child of Destiny.
After all, the Star Array Pattern from the Divine Sword Sect had already undergone a second test, who could have thought that a Martial Soul could disguise itself; they were more willing to believe in the Child of Destiny than in a self-aware Martial Soul.
For a time, the news that Ye Xiaofan was a Child of Destiny spread quickly, prompting heated discussions among the cultivators present.
And within the crowd, the members of the Ye Race.
"Child of Destiny?"
The members of the Ye Race couldn’t help but sneer.
"To put it bluntly, trash is still the same trash, not a bit changed."
"Admittedly, the fate of a Child of Destiny is indeed extraordinary, but looking back throughout history, over millions of years or even longer periods, the number of Children of Destiny who grow up can be counted on one hand, with only the one still alive now having reached the peak, this path of destiny is ultimately a dead end."
"As for Sword Dao talent, it’s even more of a joke; without a High Level Martial Soul to enhance the Realm, no matter how frightening a Sword Dao genius, it’s all in vain, after all, the higher the achievement in Sword Dao, the more it requires one’s Cultivation to exhibit it."
"A piece of trash with less than a Level One Martial Soul, no matter how terrifying the Sword Dao, is destined not to go far, what’s the use of just having good luck?"
Beside Ye Xiaojiang, Ye Xiaotian, who knew that Ye Xiaofan was a Child of Destiny, clenched his fists tighter, his eyes filled with even more hatred: "Ye Xiaofan, one day, I will take back what rightfully belongs to me."
To Ye Xiaotian, the identity of the Sword Saint Dugu Nan’s successor should belong to him; now it has been taken by a piece of trash with luck, making him even more resentful and angry.
Time flew by swiftly.
An hour later.
In a deserted thatched hut.
To dispel Ye Xiaoyue’s doubts, Ye Xiaofan demonstrated to his sister his terrifying cultivation speed, which left Ye Xiaoyue shocked, but being extremely smart, she did not ask too many questions, only feeling entirely relieved.
As night fell.
That night, Ye Xiaofan summoned his Martial Soul.
At this moment, the Martial Soul had grown back to five inches tall, with green leaves flourishing, breathing in and out streams of soul power.
Ye Xiaofan observed this Martial Soul carefully and wondered if it was an illusion as he suddenly felt that his Martial Soul seemed more real, not as illusory as others’.
"Today, you disguised yourself; were you protecting me, or perhaps protecting yourself?" Ye Xiaofan muttered while looking at the Martial Soul, however, the young sprout Martial Soul continued to rotate slowly and did not respond.
Evidently, it did not possess complete consciousness, only passively defending itself and its master.
"What level is your Martial Soul really?" Ye Xiaofan finished, sighed slightly; this answer might only be found by consulting ancient texts at the Divine Sword Sect or directly asking Dugu Nan, though Ye Xiaofan preferred the former.
After returning the Martial Soul to his mind’s eye, Ye Xiaofan did not waste his cultivation because of winning the great competition, he continued his rigorous training, after all, this was just Star Moon City, not the region of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, where true talents gathered, having a strong Martial Soul did not necessarily mean true strength.
A real strong person is determined by many factors.
Such as Cultivation and Martial Techniques, Cultivation Resources, innate and acquired perception, personal opportunity, and cultivation time, among many others, there are simply too many deciding factors.
Soon, Ye Xiaofan once again immersed himself in cultivation.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
That night.
In Ye Xiaoyue’s room, she sat on her simple wooden bed, staring blankly at the Communication Talisman in her hand.
She had kept this Communication Talisman for a full five years, a Talisman personally given to her by the Divine Maiden Sect Leader back then.
Although it was only an ordinary Talisman, without any destructive power other than for communication, it determined Ye Xiaoyue’s future.
’When you have made up your mind, break this Talisman, and I will have someone bring you back to the Divine Maiden Sect, but don’t make me wait too long.’ These were the words the Divine Maiden Sect Leader had left her five years ago, but over the years, for Ye Xiaofan, she had never broken it.
And now that Xiaofan has entered the Divine Sword Sect and become a disciple of the Sword Saint, she was completely reassured.
But now she had less than two years before the age of eighteen to condense ’Spiritual Essence,’ which was almost impossible.
She was now a wasted unparalleled talent.
To the extent that Ye Wuyuan no longer acknowledged her.
Now even if she broke the Talisman, the Divine Maiden Sect most likely wouldn’t come for her.
Deep down, Ye Xiaoyue still harbored some regret.
However, as she was about to put the Communication Talisman back in the wooden box to gather dust, Nangong Jianchen’s words from that night echoed in her mind.
’Throughout history, there have been those who created miracles, Ye Yuejie has extraordinary natural talent, anything is possible.’
Nangong Jianchen’s words seemed to carry magic power, causing her to pick up the Talisman she was about to put down and to break it inadvertently.
Instantly, the power of the Talisman shot into the sky, vanishing in an instant.
Watching this, Ye Xiaoyue suddenly felt a pang of regret and thought she had underestimated herself.
The timeline given to her by the Divine Maiden Sect was three years, it’s been five now, the Divine Maiden Sect Leader probably had discarded the other Talisman long ago.
However, what she didn’t know was that the moment she broke the Talisman.
In a particularly grand and sacred temple far away in the region of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range.
An exceptionally beautiful woman sitting in meditation slightly opened her eyes, in whose pupils seemed to be the images of galaxies in silence, bursting forth an ancient overwhelming aura, fearsome.
She slowly looked at another Communication Talisman that had been shattered on its own, with a glimpse of satisfaction in her beautiful eyes.
"Come."
"Sect Leader."
"Send two disciples with outstanding speed to the Star Moon City region."
After speaking, the beautiful woman slowly sighed with relief, her eyes contemplating and whispering to herself, "Five years, I have waited for five years, finally, I have waited for you."
In her pupils, there was a hint of joy, a trace of helplessness, and a flicker of anticipation, and more of the unparalleled majestic light of supreme authority.
What a pity, Ye Xiaoyue could not see what happened at the Divine Maiden Sect; she naturally did not know and did not pay attention to the matter after breaking the Talisman.
