# Chapter 2262: Myriad Realms Divine Eye
The Fate Stream, located at the foot of Fate Divine Mountain, flows along the mountain's base. At its widest, it spans dozens of zhang, like a great river.
At its narrowest, however, it is less than one chi wide.
The stream water is crimson red like blood, rising with hazy mist. There is no smell of blood, but instead a faint orchid-like fragrance, intoxicating and mesmerizing. Without tasting it, one could tell it must be an even more precious beverage than sacred springs.
Before even seeing the true feast, this stream water alone had already caused those servants and maids who had reached the Saint Realm to have light shining in their eyes, each one like mortals who had starved for three days and three nights, unable to restrain the craving in their hearts.
No wonder the cultivators of the Hell Realm would break their heads fighting over the quotas for the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast.
Since it was a grand feast, there were naturally distinctions between primary and secondary.
The Fate Stream was like a person's blood vessels, flowing from the highest terrain all the way down to the foot of the divine mountain.
At the very beginning, there was only one main stream, dozens of zhang wide.
Soon after, the main stream split into ten, transforming into ten large tributaries.
The ten large tributaries each split into ten smaller tributaries, becoming one hundred streams.
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And so it continued: one split into ten, ten into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand. Finally, when the stream water reached the foot of the mountain, it had split into ten thousand tiny terminal streams, less than a chi wide.
The seats of the attending cultivators were arranged on both banks of the streams. Some sat by the main stream, some by the tributaries, with the hierarchy clearly distinguished.
The seats were divided into:
Ten chief seats, one hundred main seats, one thousand secondary seats, ten thousand tail seats, and one hundred thousand terminal seats.
Having just passed through the Gate of Destiny, the attending cultivators from the ten clans each used their own methods, accelerating and sprinting, to occupy the best seats.
Among them, the ten chief seats located at the uppermost reaches were the most honorable, possessing the qualifications to prioritize selecting the feast dishes. Naturally, they became the primary targets of competition for the top-tier Hundred Shackles Great Perfection powerhouses.
The representative of the Undying Blood Clan competing for the chief position was, of course, the most powerful in combat, Dao Huang Emperor.
In addition, Yu Huang also joined in.
Zhang Ruochen did not deliberately compete for the ten chief seats. The so-called "qualifications to prioritize selecting the feast dishes" did not particularly attract him.
After all, the truly precious feast dish, the "Derived Dao Sacred Fruit," would be obtained by every attending Great Saint. Sitting at the top would only allow one to pick the largest one, which was not very significant.
The reason the top powerhouses of the ten clans competed for the ten chief seats was mainly to show off their strength, express themselves, and gain fame and profit. If one clan had no cultivator sitting in the chief seats, from the gods down to the ordinary cultivators, they would be ridiculed by cultivators of other clans.
This represented the glory of a clan's cultivators and the confidence of a clan's cultivators, naturally becoming a matter of utmost importance.
Above the Fate Stream, a space divine mirror was suspended. Everything that happened here would be seen by all cultivators of the Hell Realm at the first moment.
Zhang Ruochen had read countless ancient texts and understood every previous Heaven Hunting Grand Feast clearly. Of course, he knew that this space-type divine artifact was called the "Myriad Realms Divine Eye."
A true divine artifact!
Legend said that activating the Myriad Realms Divine Eye could cross layers of space, simultaneously projecting the scenes of the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast to myriad realms.
Most crucially, the Destiny Temple would deliberately transmit the projection to the Heavenly Court Myriad Realms, jokingly calling it "Celebrating Together with Heaven."
Of course, the various great worlds of the Heavenly Court all knew that the Hell Realm's millennium Heaven Hunting Grand Feast was both a display of their own strength and a deliberate provocation and humiliation.
Therefore, the mirror projections would be destroyed by the gods of each realm.
The ordinary beings of the Heavenly Court Myriad Realms could not see the grand occasion of the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast. Only a very few high-level cultivators, following beside the gods, had the opportunity to witness it.
It could be said that every time the Hell Realm held the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast, it was a time when the cultivators of the Heavenly Court Myriad Realms gnashed their teeth in hatred.
Of course, the great worlds that had become merit battlefields, because they had no gods stationed there, could not destroy the projections. The Hell Realm cultivators and Heavenly Court cultivators on the merit battlefields could personally witness the various brilliant moments of the grand feast.
For example, the Kunlun Realm.
At this moment, above the Kunlun Realm, above the various major battlefields, cities, and sects, huge mirror projections appeared, covering the entire sky, like a blood vessel diagram unfolding.
Looking closely, one could see that it was the blood-colored stream water.
Hell Realm cultivators were rushing at top speed, charging into the banks of the streams, competing for the best seats.
Except for the native cultivators of the Kunlun Realm, cultivators from other great worlds almost all knew about the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast and had long known that it would open today, so they were not surprised.
Instead, they held the idea of wanting to understand the strength of the new generation of heavenly prodigies of the Hell Realm, and were very much looking forward to the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast.
After all, the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast was a first-class event of the Hell Realm. Although the cultivators of the Kunlun Realm did not know about it before, they had heard of it recently. The sudden appearance of the projection only frightened the ordinary commoners.
The Wang Mountain of the Yunwu Commandery, because it had gathered a large number of cultivators from various regions of the Eastern Domain, had become a significant power in the Kunlun Realm. As such, there was also a mirror image projected into the sky above.
Xiao Hei stood atop a towering city wall outside Wang Mountain, its round eyes looking up at the sky, sneering coldly, "Two months ago, we caught that Five Calamity Ghost King, who claimed that Zhang Ruochen had defected to the Undying Blood Clan and would represent the Blood Heaven Tribe of the Undying Blood Clan to participate in the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast. This emperor wants to see if that bastard Zhang Ruochen is really still alive?"
"Chi chi."
Not far from it, a black void, three zhang in diameter, appeared out of thin air.
Han Qiu stepped out from the black void, her eyes like lightning, pointing her sword at Xiao Hei, saying coldly, "Curse him again, and I'll cut off your cat paws."
Xiao Hei's cultivation had already recovered to the Great Saint Realm, but it was still quite wary of Han Qiu, this increasingly powerful Dark Controller.
The key point was that this woman had extremely strong control desires and ambition, and her methods were ruthless, her wit surpassing others. She had grasped almost all the power of Wang Mountain, with countless cultivators following her lead.
Back then, Zhang Ruochen had recalled Han Qiu and given her a large amount of resources, letting her integrate the cultivators of the Eastern Domain who wanted to defect to him. In fact, he was leaving a backup plan, intending to support a powerful figure who could suppress all cultivators.
This way, even if he was away for a long time, the Eastern Domain would not fall into chaos or become scattered sand.
Behind Han Qiu was the Dragon-Protecting Pavilion, with a wealth of talent and a cloud of experts. There were both civil officials like Shangguan Que, who was proficient in education, and top powerhouses like Yan Liren, who could pull up mountains. Managing the Eastern Domain was definitely not difficult.
However, what Zhang Ruochen did not expect was that Han Qiu moved the center of the Eastern Domain from the Eastern Domain Sacred City to Wang Mountain.
Looking at the sword flowing with dark luster in front of her, Xiao Hei weakened slightly, saying, "I wasn't cursing, where was I cursing? This emperor was just resentful that he didn't take me along for such an exciting trip to the Hell Realm. What's even more infuriating is that since he didn't die, he should have reported his safety to everyone, causing this emperor... I mean, causing us all to be sad for a long time. Beast!"
Having recovered to the Great Saint Realm, Xiao Hei dared not leave Wang Mountain, afraid of being discovered by the Sky Patrolling Envoys.
Otherwise, it would have gone to the Hell Realm long ago, not just to find Zhang Ruochen, but also to search for Qiangu Nüdi.
"Going to the Hell Realm doesn't necessarily mean betrayal. The Heaven Realm still gives vague explanations about what happened in the Central Imperial City, unable to give the Kunlun Realm a satisfactory account. But in that battle, everyone saw with their own eyes what Master did. For the Kunlun Realm, he fought to the death. How many Hell Realm cultivators died under his sword? Even if he really joined the Hell Realm, I believe he was forced to, or had something he had to do."
Han Xue wore a spotless white robe, pure as an immortal, her temperament like snow. She stood at the edge of the city wall, with the Void Sword floating behind her. Her lively and moist eyes gazed at the projection in the sky.
Members of the Dragon-Protecting Pavilion, as well as Ming Emperor's disciples Jin Yu and Bao Lie, all appeared nearby.
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Central Imperial City.
The Ziyu Palace had been repaired, though it could not compare to its former splendor, it had restored its solemn dignity.
Shengshu Cainü, Qing Mo, and Canglan Wu Sheng stood side by side. One was elegant and holy, one was green and melancholic, one was heroic and fiery. They stood on a terrace above the clouds, gazing at the projection in the sky.
"I see him! I see him! That should be Zhang Ruochen. This guy is really still alive." Qing Mo clenched her hands tightly, overjoyed.
Although Zhang Ruochen had merged with his previous life's physical body, his appearance still had sixty to seventy percent similarity to this life's, not completely changed.
Shengshu Cainü and Canglan Wu Sheng's gazes simultaneously shifted, tightly fixed on Zhang Ruochen.
Then, they exchanged a glance, both showing bitter smiles.
They were different from Qing Mo; they considered things more deeply and further. Zhang Ruochen not dying was certainly a happy thing, but now that he had joined the Hell Realm, everyone had become mortal enemies.
If Zhang Ruochen did not treat them as mortal enemies and was only pretending to join the Hell Realm, then every step would be dangerous, and he could die at any moment.
Thus, they instead hoped that Zhang Ruochen had genuinely joined the Hell Realm.
Having experienced too much, Canglan Wu Sheng's fiery temper had restrained greatly, and her prejudice against Zhang Ruochen had long disappeared. What remained was more admiration and understanding of him, and even a trace of sympathy.
Canglan Wu Sheng said, "Do you think the Empress, in the Heavenly Court, is also paying attention to the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast?"
Shengshu Cainü showed a faint smile and gently shook her head.
The grudges between the Empress and Zhang Ruochen, after Zhang Ruochen's identity was fully revealed, were no longer a secret. They had long been widely publicized by some malicious forces.
Some said that Empress Chi Yao had usurped her fiancé's kingdom; some said that Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongle were the children of Empress Chi Yao and Zhang Ruochen; some said that Empress Chi Yao and Zhang Ruochen had a close relationship and had always maintained contact, not as hostile as the outside world imagined.
Various opinions swirled, and the news had already spread throughout the myriad realms and heavens, seemingly intending to destroy Empress Chi Yao's reputation.
Surprisingly, Empress Chi Yao did not use divine power to suppress these remarks. As a result, most cultivators guessed that those remarks were mostly true.
Some pitied Zhang Ruochen, some envied him.
After all, Empress Chi Yao was a female god who could rival the Moon God. Zhang Ruochen, merely a Great Saint, had shared a bed with her and even made her willingly bear him a son and a daughter. Who wouldn't envy him?
Shengshu Cainü suddenly discovered something, her gaze gazing at the sky, saying, "The one behind Zhang Ruochen... is it really the Wuying Xianzi of the Soul Realm?"
"It really seems to be her."
Canglan Wu Sheng's eyes showed intense hatred, laughing, "There have long been rumors that Wuying Xianzi Lian Xi was captured by Zhang Ruochen to the Hell Realm, has submitted to Zhang Ruochen, willingly serving as a slave and maid, warming his bed every night. Heh, the cultivators of the Heaven Realm faction deserve such a fate. Zhang Ruochen finally acted like a real man this time."
Shengshu Cainü slightly frowned, saying, "Rumors may not be credible."
Canglan Wu Sheng glanced at her, shaking her head, "My silly sister, Zhang Ruochen didn't touch you, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to hurt you. But he is still a man. With a peerless beauty like Lian Xi captured in his hands, how could he let her go?"
"If Zhang Ruochen acted harmless and innocent in the Hell Realm, unable to even conquer a hostile woman, no cultivator would fear him. He would be eaten down to the bones."
"Go ask the cultivators of the world, see how many believe Lian Xi is still pure? Hehe, satisfying, truly satisfying. Thinking of the painful wails of the Soul Realm cultivators who regard Lian Xi as their goddess, my heart feels unspeakably satisfied."
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In the Merit Divine Temple, within the Yan God's divine realm world.
Shang Zihong saw Lian Xi in the mirror projection, his face showing a painful, unbearable expression. He could not help but let out a long roar to the sky, the roar causing the flames in the divine realm world to burn even more fiercely.
"Zihong, control your mind. Do not let this matter breed inner demons." Yan God's voice sounded in the divine realm world.
Shang Zihong found it difficult to calm the emotions in his heart. His chest heaved violently, the anger in his heart seeming to burn the myriad realms and heavens. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Ruochen has long been my inner demon."
Back in the Kunlun Realm, Shang Zihong did not die at Zhang Ruochen's hands.
The Red Son Sword preserved a large amount of Shang Zihong's sacred blood, and the Five-Colored Merit Divine Stele preserved all his sacred soul fragments.
Shang Zihong was a descendant highly valued by a titan of the Heaven Realm, who sent him to cultivate in the Merit Divine Temple, intending to train him to become the future master of the Merit Divine Temple.
Now, with the help of that titan, Shang Zihong used his own sacred blood as a guide to forge the Five-Colored Merit Divine Stele into a new body, already possessing a Five-Colored Merit Divine Body.
Looking up again at Lian Xi following behind Zhang Ruochen, Shang Zihong almost wept in despair. It was all because he had lost to Zhang Ruochen back then. If he could have slain him, how could Lian Xi have suffered such a great humiliation?
It was truly unimaginable how much hardship and despair she must be feeling, trapped in the Hell Realm.
"Firmly remember the shame and pain of now. Train hard. The next time you encounter Zhang Ruochen, make him taste the taste of pain too. Today, letting you watch the projection of the Heaven Hunting Grand Feast is to let you clearly understand how powerful the new generation of cultivators in the Hell Realm has become. Even Zhang Ruochen cannot rank among them." Yan God said.