Wu Shattered Star River

The black and white patterned divination plate spun rapidly, and the sky above Yunding began to churn with clouds, dense and dark, as a bolt of purple lightning darted within.

"Rise!"

The Half-Divination Immortal lifted the plate with both hands, sending it soaring into the air, its spinning growing ever faster, followed by a beam of purple light shooting skyward, piercing the clouds.

The purple lightning in the clouds overhead pierced through them and howled towards the north, vanishing trillions of miles away in an instant.

Feng Yin and several junior Qingyi disciples watched the Half-Divination Immortal nervously, awaiting the end of his divination.

Feng Yin, in particular, felt apprehensive; if Jiang Han's parents were dead, this divination would be for naught.

If she wanted the Half-Divination Immortal to perform another divination, that lecherous old ghost would likely torment her for another five days and nights.

The thought made Feng Yin squirm, feeling disgusted…

The Half-Divination Immortal closed his eyes and remained still. Last time, they waited for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, but this time, they waited for three full incense sticks before he opened his eyes.

"What's going on?"

Feng Yin blinked her eyes suspiciously. She slowly walked over, squatted in front of the Half-Divination Immortal, and stared at him in astonishment.

"Puh ~"

Just as she squatted down, the Half-Divination Immortal suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Caught off guard, Feng Yin's face was splattered with it.

She flew into a rage and cursed, "You old geezer, what are you doing?"

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, the Half-Divination Immortal fell straight backward, the back of his head hitting the floor hard, causing a loud thud.

"Huh?"

Feng Yin wiped the blood from her face, flashed forward, and examined him, discovering that the Half-Divination Immortal had actually fainted.

Moreover, his complexion was extremely pale, and his aura was so weak that it was at its limit. It seemed that his soul and consciousness were extremely unstable, with the risk of his soul collapsing at any moment.

"This…"

Feng Yin was shocked. She quickly took out a pill and fed it to the Half-Divination Immortal, while simultaneously circulating Xuan power into his body to help him heal.

After waiting for half an hour, the Half-Divination Immortal weakly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with fear.

He said, "Feng Yin, I give you a piece of advice—immediately abandon the pursuit of Jiang Han and return Jiang Li's soul."

"At the same time, spare no effort to befriend Jiang Han and resolve the hatred, or the Qingyi Palace will be destroyed sooner or later!"

"What?"

Feng Yin was somewhat dumbfounded. What did the Half-Divination Immortal mean? Was he having a fit?

The Qingyi Palace and Jiang Han had become enemies, and the Half-Divination Immortal was telling them to reconcile with Jiang Han? And at any cost?

Feng Yin stared coldly at the Half-Divination Immortal and asked, "What do you mean? Explain yourself!"

The Half-Divination Immortal didn't even have the strength to sit up. He took a deep breath, a hint of fear in his eyes, and said, "I used Jiang Li's bloodline to trace the aura of her parents. After tracing for trillions of miles, I finally sensed a vague figure of a woman."

"That woman turned her head and glanced at me. Those eyes were terrifying. Just one glance severely injured my soul…"

"What?"

Feng Yin's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief.

The Half-Divination Immortal was a peak Earth Immortal combatant, and he was tracing the bloodline aura, so he could only spare a wisp of his divine sense at most.

That person could, across trillions of miles, through the Half-Divination Immortal's wisp of divine sense, severely injure his soul?

If the Half-Divination Immortal's soul and consciousness weren't indeed chaotic, clearly having suffered severe damage, Feng Yin would never believe that such a powerful person existed in this world.

"Impossible!"

Feng Yin pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said, "In this world, Mi Ling should be the strongest in soul cultivation. No one is stronger than her in soul attainment."

"Even the few soul-cultivating experts from the three immortal-level forces aren't as strong as Mi Ling, and those few are all men."

"Severely injuring an Earth Immortal's soul from trillions of miles away, Mi Ling definitely can't do it. Immortal, are you mistaken!"

"That's right!"

The Half-Divination Immortal closed his eyes, a look of pain on his face. He took a deep breath and rested for a moment before saying, "I feel like that woman isn't in this realm!"

"What?"

Feng Yin trembled, then shook her head mockingly and said, "You mean Jiang Han's mother isn't in this realm, but a powerful figure from another realm? Are you talking in your sleep? In thousands of years, have you seen anyone cross the Boundary River alive?"

"I don't know, I can't figure it out either!"

The Half-Divination Immortal shook his head, then sighed and said, "I've said all I can say. If you don't believe me, I can't help it. Find me a room; I need to go into seclusion for three months to heal."

The Half-Divination Immortal's weak eyes couldn't even stay open. Feng Yin's eyes flickered for a moment, and she reached out her jade hand and placed it on the Half-Divination Immortal's forehead.

After carefully examining him and confirming that the Half-Divination Immortal's soul was severely injured, she waved her hand and had two female disciples take him to a side hall.

Feng Yin paced back and forth in the main hall, circling several times before flashing out of Fengyin Palace and heading to Soul Palace.

She landed in an elegant palace, where a woman in white sat peacefully.

The woman in white's age was indiscernible, but her appearance was like that of a woman in her twenties, with fair skin and a refined temperament.

A cup of tea was poured in front of her, but she didn't drink it. She held a book in her hand, but she didn't read it, instead sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

After Feng Yin entered, the woman still didn't open her eyes, only asking faintly, "What is it?"

Feng Yin recounted the situation after the Half-Divination Immortal's divination and then asked, "Mi Ling, do you think the Half-Divination Immortal is talking nonsense? Is he pretending to be injured, or should you go take a look?"

Mi Ling opened her eyes, her eyes like an ocean, deep and boundless. Anyone who looked at them seemed to be in danger of falling in.

She stared at Feng Yin for a moment, her willow eyebrows furrowed, and said, "He's not a soul cultivator. Since you've detected that his soul is severely injured, then there can't be any mistake."

"Two possibilities!"

Mi Ling pondered for a moment and said, "Either what he said is true, or something went wrong with his divination, and his soul was backlashed. To cover up his incompetence, he made up a story."

Feng Yin nodded slightly and asked, "Then do you think what he said is true, or did he deliberately make up a story?"

"Whether it's true or false, we have no room for retreat in this matter."

Mi Ling said expressionlessly, "Think about it, we separated a wisp of Jiang Li's soul, and we've ambushed Jiang Han many times. If his mother is really a peerless expert, will she let us go?"

"To take a step back, if Jiang Han's mother is really a peerless expert, then she's definitely not in this realm. Otherwise, Jiang Li has been in Soul Palace for so many years, and his mother would have already killed her way to Yunding Heavenly Palace."

"Since she's not in this realm, what do we have to fear? Crossing the Boundary River isn't that easy! If it were easy to cross, why hasn't his mother returned in all these years?"

"Hmm! That makes sense, then let's not worry about his mother's affairs and continue to hunt down Jiang Han."

Feng Yin nodded slightly and said, "It's just… that old bastard's soul is injured, I'm afraid he can't continue to divine. And I feel like he's been scared, so he might not continue to help us track Jiang Han."

"Buzz ~"

A jade box appeared from Mi Ling's space ring, and she handed it to Feng Yin, saying, "This is top-grade Seven Soul Grass. Give it to him, and it will speed up the recovery of his soul wound, and he will be healed in at most two months. As for how to get him to continue divining and tracking Jiang Han, that depends on your ability…"

"Humph!"

An angry look appeared on Feng Yin's face, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Mi Ling, you don't know how perverted that old lecher is…"

Mi Ling closed her eyes and waved her hand, saying, "Go ahead, tell me Jiang Han's location after the divination, and I will personally hunt him down!"