Chapter 182: Chapter 179: One glance, countless years! (First update)
Translator: 549690339
“Who?” A weird voice from the lowly cat echoed, leaving Yang Zhen startled.
Wang Meiling also looked at the lowly cat unexpectedly, laughed, and repeated, “It’s the Astrology Master!”
The lowly cat’s eyes flashed with surprise and suspicion. He stared at Wang Meiling, fell into a deep thought for a moment, and mumbled to himself,” Astrology Masters, huh, I didn’t expect there will still be people practicing the Star Performing Astrology Art.”
Yang Zhen, completely confused, curiously asked, “Who is an Astrology Master, and why do you seem so surprised?”
The lowly cat scoffed without answering his question and eagerly eyed Wang Meiling instead.
Wang Meiling took a deep look at the lowly cat and explained to Yang Zhen,” Astrology Masters are an exceedingly rare form of cultivation. They’re proficient in mapping the Star Performing Astrology Art. They say an Emperor Skill practitioner can gaze ten thousand years into past and future.”
Yang Zhen’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Is such a thing really possible?” he asked the lowly cat.
The lowly cat chuckled mysteriously and said, “Don’t ask me. I don’t know. I have never met one of these Emperor Skill practitioners, so how would I know if they could really see ten thousand years into the future?”
Yang Zhen skeptically stared at the lowly cat. For some reason, he began to suspect that the cat could be of considerable origin. The cat’s current state suggested that it could have been alive for a very long time and had gone insane.
However, the idea of an Astrology Master surprised Yang Zhen, he hadn’t expected such a fantastic profession in this world. The ability to gaze through ten thousand years, even the sea’s transformation to mulberry fields, was nothing more than the blinking of an eye to them.
The lowly cat noticed Yang Zhen’s bewilderment and scoffed,” Kid, don’t get possessed. Let’s not even discuss whether these Emperor Skill practitioners can actually see ten thousand years ahead. Even if they can indeed, it shouldn’t astound you that much. Remember, it’s said that an emperor’s lifespan is way more than ten thousand years.”
Yang Zhen’s expression cleared, “I see.” He had foolishly applied the time concept of the Blue Planet here.
If such a person who could see through ten thousand years of worldly changes suddenly appeared on Earth, it would terrify everyone.
But it was different here. Yang Zhen suspected the lowly cat could actually see ten thousand years into the future. Although he didn’t have such a skill, he might have lived that long.
The further back the time, the more ancient mysteries would be left behind.
Even on the tiny Earth, countless puzzles had been left for the later generations to investigate, let alone here.
Having made peace with this, Yang Zhen’s consciousness cleared.
“Huh?”
Two gasps of surprise rang out simultaneously. Both the lowly cat and Wang Meiling looked at Yang Zhen in shock.
“Why are you both looking at me?” Yang Zhen confusedly asked.
The lowly cat ignored his question, while Wang Meiling forced a smile and said, “At first, I wasn’t inclined to believe the Astrology Master’s words. However, after seeing you, I am beginning to think there’s truth in them.”
Yang Zhen blinked, asked, “So, I’m the one with great destiny?”
Wang Meiling nodded.
The lowly cat scrutinized Yang Zhen, apparently plotting something.
Yang Zhen was now curious about his luck. On reflection, it seemed he had always been rather lucky, albeit frequently getting into trouble. Was this considered being predestined for greatness?
Whilst considering this, Yang Zhen began to doubt whether the Astrology Master was a swindler or not. What they called his “great destiny,” if not for his high talent, he feared he might have died several times already. Constant trouble was also called having a great destiny?
Suddenly remembering Wang Meiling’s original intention, Yang Zhen curiously asked “By the way, why were you looking for me?”
On hearing this, Wang Meiling took a deep breath, ”1 want you to join us for the trip to the Sea Dragon Pool!”
Over this period, Yang Zhen had heard nothing but the Sea Dragon Pool and the Emperor Stele topic.
Inside the Sea Dragon Pool, there was a gigantic stone tablet. It was said that the Eastern Desolation Emperor once sat in front of it, leaving behind a trace of earth’s aura. This attracted countless people, all wishing to gain some insight from it.
However, years went by without anyone gaining so much as a feather’s worth of the Emperor’s wisdom. Many, whose enthusiasm was once high, turned disheartened.
As people began questioning the authenticity of the Emperor Stele, news spread that set the Sea Dragon Pool abuzz once more.
The mark of the Eastern Desolation Emperor appeared. Although it was a fleeting sight, many witnessed it. On the Emperor Stele, it shimmered as if blood was flowing beneath it, emanating a profoundly mysterious aura.
It was said that the practitioners who saw the Eastern Desolation Emperor’s mark, regardless of their cultivation level, all slept for three days before waking up.
What was strange is that after waking up, aside from drawing a twisted version of the Emperor’s mark from memory, they could not remember anything else about the Stele.
If it wasn’t for the fact that these people drew the Emperor’s mark at different times and places, everyone would have thought they were lying.
After numerous unsuccessful attempts to verify, more and more practitioners were drawn to Wanhua Island of East Sea, making it lively still.
Listening to all this, Yang Zhen was bewildered. He found it amusing that people were flocking to a site as if guided by the scent of a fly egg, all for an Emperor’s mark that nobody understood and an Emperor Stele an Emperor had just sat on. How boring could their lives be?
If it wasn’t for the same peculiar Emperor’s mark on himself, Yang Zhen would not have had any interest in this.
With an odd look on his face, Yang Zhen asked Wang Meiling, “What do you guys want me to do?”
Wang Meiling seemingly noticed Yang Zhen’s change in attitude. She giggled and replied, “You needn’t do anything. Just stick with us. Any chance or luck that we encounter, you can partake in.”
Yang Zhen was taken aback. This woman saw him as some kind of lucky charm.
After a moment of hesitation, Yang Zhen smirked and said, “Is this Eastern Desolation Emperor really so magical that sitting beside a rock could leave behind the Emperor’s aura and allow someone to gain enlightenment?”
To be honest, Yang Zhen was not that interested in such tales. All he wanted to know was what the Emperor’s mark on himself was about.
At Yang Zhen’s words, Wang Meiling was stunned, unsure of what to say. A cat chuckling nearby cut in, “Kid, don’t underestimate the Emperor. Not only could he enlighten you for a decade or so just by sitting next to a rock, even his fart could do that.”
Damn, could you be any more crude?” Yang Zhen snapped.
The cat chuckled mischievously, “Rude but true, you’d better believe it. If the Astrology Master thinks highly of you and says you have good luck, I think you’d best go to the Sea Dragon Pool. Perhaps you might stumble upon good fortune and learn some unique skills.”
“What is this unique skill?” Yang Zhen asked curiously.
The cat swirled its eyes, grinned mysteriously, and slowly said, “There is a martial skill that transcends any classification in this world. It’s called a unique skill in ordinary practitioners’ hands, divine power in the hands of the saints and in the eyes of Emperor Realm Experts… it’s Emperor Skill!”
Hearing this, Yang Zhen’s eyes lit up. If there really was such a ‘unique skill’ as the cat said, that would be a ‘power move’.
Thinking about it, he realized he didn’t have any power moves, no wonder it felt so awkward when he fought.
Could the Emperor’s fart really enlighten ordinary practitioners for a decade or so?
Thinking about it, Yang Zhen chuckled wickedly, looking intrigued, “Perhaps that Emperor’s mark is indeed the result of the Eastern Desolation Emperor’s fart.”
The cat was taken aback, laughed strangely, looked at Yang Zhen, and said, “Then in your past life or past past life, could it be that you were also killed by the Eastern Desolation Emperor’s fart?”
“Damn, stop running!”
Help! The man killed by a fart is abusing a small animal!”
Inside the small grove, Wang Meiling watched, utterly shocked, as the figures of Yang Zhen and the cat got farther and farther away..