The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World-Chapter 331: I am growing old... old

It wasn't until Jin Yaozu stormed off with Dongfang Shuo in tow that Tiancang came to his senses. He stood there, lost and disoriented, muttering to himself, "How could this be..."

He had invested countless efforts and spiritual stones, entrusting others to craft the Six Divination Slips. Yet two of them shattered instantly.

The rest of the jade slips were also riddled with cracks. This magical treasure had essentially been ruined. Not only had he failed to obtain the Heavenly Array Colossus, but he had also wasted a century of his lifespan, along with the precious Six Divination Slips.

He had originally intended to use this treasure to track down He Liang's whereabouts.

"How could this be! How could this be!"

True Master Tiancang howled, his eyes wide with madness.

...

"Tiancang the old wretch is a master of divination, yet he couldn't even find my son's whereabouts."

Jin Yaozu muttered darkly.

Dongfang Shuo lowered his voice, "Master, should we perhaps ask Senior Wen Lingtian of the Reincarnation Divine Sect for assistance? As long as you can meet his price, he will surely help."

Jin Yaozu clenched his teeth, "Wen Lingtian... he's not like Tian Cang the old ghost. Even if he can't find Dafu's whereabouts, there's no chance he'd return what he took from me. He's an Astral Projection cultivator; I wouldn't dare argue with him."

Dongfang Shuo sighed, "Then it is up to you, Master. Dafu's spirit should understand from the heavens."

At the mention of his son, Jin Yaozu's eyes reddened. Jin Dafu had been his most beloved son. To lose him in such silence and without a trace—how could he possibly accept it?

"Let's go! We shall find Wen Lingtian!"

...

At the Reincarnation Divine Sect's main hall, Situ Kong received Jin Yaozu. He cupped his hands in respect and said, "Senior Jin, my ancestor has publicly announced that he will no longer perform divination. Senior Jin, you may want to seek someone else."

"What?!" Jin Yaozu's face was filled with astonishment.

No more divination?

You, a powerful Astral Projection cultivator, whose very life treasure is a divination tool, now claim to stop divining? Who would believe that?

Jin Yaozu gritted his teeth. "I am willing to offer the method for crafting the Heavenly Array Colossus! Please, Senior, grant me this favor!"

Situ Kong raised an eyebrow.

The crafting method for the Heavenly Array Colossus was indeed a priceless treasure. The Exquisite Treasures Alliance had repeatedly insisted that only the puppets themselves could be sold, but the crafting method must never be leaked.

The Reincarnation Divine Sect had long coveted the Heavenly Array Colossus. To his surprise, Jin Yaozu was willing to trade this method in exchange for one divination from Wen Lingtian.

"Please wait, Senior Jin. I will report to my ancestor!"

Situ Kong turned and left. Moments later, he returned, smiling.

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"Senior Jin, my ancestor has said that although he no longer performs divinations, he deeply understands your paternal affection and is willing to make an exception."

Jin Yaozu bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Senior, for your kindness!"

He immediately handed over a jade slip with both hands. "This contains the method for crafting the Heavenly Array Colossus. Please, do not spread it."

Situ Kong smiled. "I understand."

After a while, a hearty laugh suddenly echoed through the hall.

"Jin Yaozu, I remember you well. How time flies! You've even reached the Deity Transformation realm—very impressive."

Wen Lingtian, with the ethereal aura of a celestial being, appeared before them. Jin Yaozu and Dongfang Shuo hurriedly bowed. This was an Astral Projection cultivator—the ancestor of the Reincarnation Divine Sect! With a mere wave, he could obliterate them both.

"For the sake of your son, you have gone to such lengths. Truly, the bond between father and child is evident. I have always favored those who are deeply devoted in love. Enough, enough. I shall make an exception and help you this once!"

With a wave of his hand, Wen Lingtian summoned the Inquiry Heaven Mirror. The surface of the mirror reflected the boundless starry sky, with countless stars rising and falling in an endless cycle.

Dongfang Shuo, after just a glance, felt as if he too were sinking into the mirror, floating and sinking among the stars.

Jin Yaozu quickly grabbed Dongfang Shuo, hissing, "This is a divination treasure, infused with immense fate. You are but a Nascent Soul cultivator, your cultivation too weak—do not gaze upon it any longer!"

Dongfang Shuo hastily averted his eyes, his heart filled with fear.

Wen Lingtian spoke calmly, "Your blood."

Without hesitation, Jin Yaozu forced out a drop of his essence blood.

The blood fell into the Wen Tian Mirror of its own accord. In the blink of an eye, it was absorbed, disappearing into the vast sea of stars.

"With my hundred years of lifespan, I seek the whereabouts of Jin Dafu!"

Wen Lingtian let out a low growl and slammed his palm onto the Inquiry Heaven Mirror.

The mirror's surface immediately rippled with violent waves, as though a furious ocean raged beneath a storm. Within the storm, the shape of stars slowly began to emerge.

Jin Yaozu's face brightened.

Indeed, the divination of an Astral Projection cultivator was far more reliable than that of a Deity Transformation cultivator. After all, Zhao Tian Cang had not seen a single image during his divination.

However, Wen Lingtian's expression gradually darkened. The stars reflected in the mirror were increasingly unfamiliar—some even beyond his experience.

What troubled him further was that the image had not yet stopped. It continued to move forward, unceasing. Finally, the mirror began to churn violently. The entire Mirror trembled with intensity.

Crack!

It was as if an invisible hand had struck from the void, causing the mirror to calm instantly. It returned to its initial stillness.

Jin Yaozu's face went pale with confusion. "Senior, what is this...?"

Wen Lingtian's face was ashen, and after a long pause, he spoke in a cold voice, "I cannot find him."

Jin Yaozu and Dongfang Shuo gaped in shock.

An Astral Projection cultivator couldn't find him? How could that be?!

Jin Yaozu couldn't contain himself. "Senior, you accepted my Heavenly Array Colossus crafting method. You can't possibly... betray your conscience..."

Wen Lingtian's veins bulged, his voice like a thunderclap. "I, the ancestor of the Reincarnation Divine Sect, would not casually deceive you! Your son, Jin Dafu, is simply beyond my reach! My lifespan cannot be wasted in vain! Situ, see them out!"

With a sweep of his sleeve, Wen Lingtian summoned a gust of wind so powerful it swept Jin Yaozu and Dongfang Shuo from the hall, tossing them out of the sect.

Situ Kong sighed bitterly, offering a wry smile. "I suspect your son may have been taken control of by an Astral Projection cultivator. After all, few can escape the divination methods of our ancestor."

Astral Projection cultivator?

Jin Yaozu racked his brain, unable to fathom how his son, Jin Dafu, could possibly provoke such a powerful figure.

"Impossible. I must confront Senior and discuss this!"

"Leave!"

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A furious shout echoed from within the hall.

The air rippled like the roar of an ancient beast.

Jin Yaozu's body broke out in cold sweat, while Dongfang Shuo trembled so violently he nearly fell to his knees.

"Let's go. Let's go..."

Jin Yaozu, disheartened, realized he had lost composure.

For a Deity Transformation cultivator to offend an Astral Projection cultivator—Wen Lingtian had not killed him, all because of the precious gift he had offered.

Situ Kong was about to return to the hall when another roar rang out.

"You get out too!"

Situ Kong, with a bitter smile, turned to leave.

Wen Lingtian gazed at the now still Inquiry Heaven Mirror, his expression one of deep frustration. For the first time, he felt his divination skills were worthless.

"I thought that after all these years, my divination would have improved. But it seems... I've only regressed. I am growing old... old..."

His face fell, and he walked into the darkness of the hall, his shoulders slumping with a sense of melancholy.