The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 386 - 242: Sister? Or the Great Nether Empress?

The Great Nether Empress.

A name that made people’s faces pale at its mere mention throughout the entire Central Plains World and Holy Netherworld.

A woman shrouded in mystery since the day she was born.

She was an unparalleled prodigy born in the Holy Netherworld, possessing two supreme talents: the Spirit Communication Spell of the Witch Race and the Innate Demon Eyes of the Celestial Demon Race.

No one could have expected that at this critical juncture, she would lead the Holy Nether Army to the Celestial Water River Domain.

’All Lu Mingyuan wanted was to retrieve Elder Mr. Qi’s coffin. Why did it have to be this difficult?’

But as he observed the Great Nether Empress, she was also observing him.

The two armies faced each other, separated by a thousand li of water.

Witch Palace Language stood upon a Demon Ship, clad in a blood-red Emperor’s Robe. Strings of floral ornaments covered her face, and her expression was cold and beautiful. Her green Demon Eyes were exceptionally chilling, and her waterfall of black hair drifted lightly in the wind. Her bare, jade-like feet stood proudly in the void.

A black, tattoo-like Curse Seal adorned her right arm, resembling a Demon Pattern from the Ancient Era. An immensely powerful aura emanated from her, making her seem like a Fallen Female Warrior God burdened by monstrous sins, looking down upon the world with contempt.

Kneeling before Witch Palace Language was a handsome, red-haired man with twelve fleshy wings. He was drenched in blood, a large hole gaping in his chest. It was impossible to tell if he was alive.

The surrounding Cultivators from the Holy Netherworld looked at this man with immense pity in their eyes.

They recognized him. The red-haired man was a Blood Race Prince.

The ten major races of the Underworld each had the backing of a Divine Hall, and they were personally granted the rank of Marquis by the Great Nether Court, holding esteemed positions.

And yet, this was the great Clan Leader of the Blood Race, kneeling before the Great Nether Empress.

The reason was actually quite simple.

The Blood King had defied Her Majesty the Empress’s military order and rashly mobilized troops to invade the Central Plains, resulting in immense losses for the Holy Netherworld.

Witch Palace Language retracted her gaze, turned around, and looked at the red-haired man before her. Her eyes grew cold as she said flatly:

"I have said many times that without an order from the Court, you are not to act rashly. Otherwise, the Human Race will wipe you out in one fell swoop. Is this how your Blood Race treats military orders?"

Beside her, a world-weary, middle-aged man wearing a Crown began to plead. He had a dignified air, but a sinister Ghost Qi swirled around him like a living Hell. He appeared to be a great figure from the Ghost Race.

"Her Majesty the Empress, the Blood King only wished to capture the Crown Prince of Great Yan as quickly as possible and present him to you."

As soon as he said this, many others around them immediately began to chime in.

"Yes, yes, the Blood King meant well. To do this... isn’t it a bit..."

"The Blood King has already received his due punishment. Please, Your Majesty, quell your anger."

"We are facing the enemy army now. How can we afford internal conflict? We should share a common hatred and face Great Yan together."

As the discussion grew, Witch Palace Language swept her eerie green gaze over them, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

Then, she shifted her gaze back and asked indifferently:

"Is that really so?"

The Blood King’s aura was faint, but he was not yet dead. The life force of the Blood Race’s royal line was formidable, after all. He spoke in a weak voice:

"Reporting to Her Majesty the Empress... It is true..."

Witch Palace Language looked at everyone and warned, "I don’t care what reasons you have. From now on, anyone who defies a military order will meet this fate. I don’t care how the previous Sovereign acted, but as long as I am on the throne, you will do as I say. As for the Crown Prince of Great Yan, Lu Mingyuan, only I am qualified to capture him."

As soon as she said this, everyone fell deathly silent.

They couldn’t understand why Her Majesty the Empress was so fixated on the Crown Prince of Great Yan.

Ever since Her Majesty had quelled the internal turmoil, her focus had been fixed on Great Yan.

And on Lu Mingyuan in particular. It was as if he possessed some magical charm that had earned Her Majesty’s utmost attention.

An ugly-faced General from the Rakshasa Race asked cautiously, "The Crown Prince of Great Yan is right before us. Her Majesty the Empress, will you act personally?"

Witch Palace Language said flatly, "Naturally. If an expert of the Upper Three Grades were to make a move, they would stir the celestial phenomena and trigger the Power of Heaven and Earth, which would certainly attract Human Race experts. Just dealing with the Origin Lady Monarch and the Five Thunder Immortal last time was difficult enough."

As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the front line.

"Crown Prince of Great Yan, would you care to come forward for a talk?"

An ethereal female voice echoed above the walls of Celestial Water City, carrying into the ranks of the Great Yan Army.

Upon hearing this voice, the expressions of the many Human Race Cultivators changed.

Lu Mingyuan’s expression turned peculiar, and his eyes shifted slightly. ’The Great Nether Empress wants to see me?’

"Your Highness, be careful! It could be a trap!" Saintess Ziwei warned from his side.

Taiwei True Monarch’s face was grave. "The space in this part of the world has been sealed by a Great Power from the Demon Race. It will likely take a considerable amount of time for the experts from our Dao Alliance to find this place."

Lu Mingyuan mused, "Since she is seeking me out, she must want something. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have invited me for a talk and would have just attacked. I might as well hear what she has to say. Besides, it could buy us some time."

"But..." Taiwei True Monarch looked hesitant, wanting to persuade him further.

Lu Mingyuan asked, "Otherwise, do we have a better option right now?"

Taiwei True Monarch fell silent. With the main force of the Holy Nether Army having arrived, he truly had no way to lead the people of Great Yan away from this place.

"In that case, Your Highness, be careful."

Lu Mingyuan nodded, and his Flesh Body, which had been hovering in the void, flew forward.

The reason he dared to go and meet the Great Nether Empress in person was mainly because the Six-Yao Turtle Shell in his mind showed no reaction, indicating that she likely held no malicious intent in seeking him out.

In truth, he was also very curious as to why the Great Nether Empress had been invading the Central Plains using him as a pretext.