Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 593 Destiny of the Sky Strategy Clan! (3 updates)

Chapter 593: Chapter 593 Destiny of the Sky Strategy Clan! (3 updates)

Wangduan Mountain, or perhaps one should say this city of Heavenly Strategy, was indeed exaggeratedly large.

Added to that, the clan’s population was sparse, and often one could walk thousands of meters without seeing a single person, giving the whole city a ghost town vibe, filled with a sense of desolation everywhere.

According to Tuoba Cheng, originally, the Sky Strategy Clan once had a population of over a hundred thousand, but as of today, it had dwindled to less than five thousand. Being in such a vast city, it indeed felt rather deserted.

While walking, Tuoba Cheng began to share some of the historical changes concerning the Sky Strategy Clan.

In short, their ancestor, Emperor Tiance, once left behind a prophecy, "When the Emperor Tomb reopens, the Great Emperor will return."

As for the sharp decline in the population, the plummeting birth rates, and the continuously decreasing probability of newborn members of the Sky Strategy Clan awakening the Heavenly Strategy Power, all of this was also within the prophecy of Emperor Tiance.

Thus, whether it was the faction of the Great Elder or that of Elder Heiyu, their actions were merely to open the Emperor Tomb.

During the conversation, the group arrived at a grand hall in the eastern part of the city, which was where the Great Elder of the Sky Strategy Clan usually secluded himself for meditation.

Led by clan member Tuoba Longchuan, they encountered hardly any difficulties and swiftly arrived at a peaceful courtyard.

"It’s the scent of medicine..."

Ling Feng touched his nose. The Great Elder wasn’t receiving guests in the great hall, but a herbal fragrance wafted from his dwelling. With his intuition as a healer, Ling Feng suspected that the Great Elder was ill, and gravely so.

"This..." Tuoba Cheng’s expression changed, seemingly realizing this point too. He turned his head to look at Tuoba Longchuan with some agitation, "Longchuan, the Great Elder’s illness?"

"The second year after you left, his illness grew severe, but he insisted on waiting for you to bring back the person prophesied."

Tuoba Longchuan clenched his fist, "Let’s go, Cheng, I believe the Great Elder must have a lot to tell you."

"Mm!" Tuoba Cheng nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly reddened.

"Tuoba Cheng, what illness does your Great Elder have?" Ling Feng asked with slight curiosity, "Logically, with your strength reaching the Divine Origin Realm, at least the Great Elder should also be of King-level, right? With the body of a King-level Expert, he shouldn’t be troubled by common illnesses."

"To say it’s an illness, it’s not really an illness."

Tuoba Cheng clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "This is also the destiny of our Sky Strategy Clan."

"Destiny?"

"The Sky Strategy Clan, from the moment of birth, has unique abilities to see through the Heavenly Mechanism in obscurity. However, the price of this ability to peer into the Heavenly Mechanism is the lifespan of our clan. No matter how strong our cultivation, our lifespan cannot exceed forty years."

"Forty..."

Ling Feng touched his nose. Ordinary Martial Artists, even at the Qi Condensation Realm, often lived up to about a hundred and twenty years due to their conditioning of bones and muscles, not to mention the powerhouses above the Human Emperor, who nearly had a lifespan of five hundred years.

Forty years were indeed too brief.

"Do you realize that even the Great Emperor Tiance, despite possessing Emperor Level cultivation and dazzling all with the Great Prophecy Technique, could not extend his lifespan beyond fifty years? A Great Emperor, yet not living past fifty years, how laughable, haha..."

"Cheng, stop talking," Tuoba Longchuan also clenched his teeth, as this was the destiny the Sky Strategy Clan bore, unchangeable.

"Tuoba Cheng, I apologize, I shouldn’t have asked," Ling Feng said apologetically.

Tuoba Cheng looked up and smiled faintly, "Don’t worry, Master, I’ve already come to terms with it."

Ling Feng gently patted Tuoba Cheng’s shoulder. Tuoba Cheng had always seemed unusually optimistic, even somewhat reckless. However, after learning about the destiny of the Sky Strategy Clan, Ling Feng couldn’t help but admire him.

To know that one would not live past forty, that must be a terrifying thing, right?

Ordinary Martial Artists pursue cultivation, defying the heavens to seize life, yet the Sky Strategy Clan, even if they reached the level of a Great Emperor, only had a lifespan of fifty years—tragic, indeed lamentable!

In that case, the Great Elder must be near the end of his life. Such an illness was essentially incurable by any medicine or stone, salvageable only by Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that could extend lifespan. But once the Vitality Map completely withered away, even these treasures would be of no use.

The door opened, and there was an old man sitting beside the desk, looking very aged with white hair and a haggard appearance.

According to Tuoba Cheng, this Great Elder was only forty-one years old!

Members of the Sky Strategy Clan would start to age rapidly after thirty-five years. It was no small feat for the Great Elder to have made it to forty-one.

"Little Cheng..."

The Great Elder slightly opened his eyes, his voice immensely weak.

"Great Elder!"

Tuoba Cheng clenched his teeth and knelt before the Great Elder, biting out, "I’ve returned!"

"You... finally haven’t... disappointed me."

The Great Elder’s trembling right hand took an elixir from the table and slowly placed it into his mouth. His trembling slightly eased, and his spirit seemed a bit improved. He looked up at Ling Feng and slowly said, "Young Master Ling Feng, I, an old man, have finally waited for you. I feel deeply relieved in my heart."

"Great Elder, you should rest well; everything... everything will be taken care of by me and Long Chuan!"

Seeing the Great Elder’s strained appearance, Tuoba Cheng’s eyes reddened. After three years of absence, he should have realized that the Great Elder couldn’t hold on much longer.

"Rest... hehe..." The Great Elder gave a bitter laugh. "Soon, I will rest forever. There’s no hurry now."

"Great Elder, don’t talk nonsense, you... you definitely..."

Tuoba Cheng tightly clenched his fist, wanting to say something but unable to deceive even himself.

Ling Feng sighed softly and looking at the elixir on the table, he asked, "Is the elixir you are taking the Spirit Void Creation Elixir?"

"Oh?" The Great Elder gave a weak smile, "Young Master Ling Feng, you recognize this elixir?"

Ling Feng nodded and said lightly, "The Spirit Void Creation Elixir, a long-lost Ancient Pill Recipe. It’s no surprise to find it within the Sky Strategy Clan; however, even though the elixir can prolong one’s life, it essentially squeezes out one’s own life force. It’s an elixir with severe side effects. Considering your current condition, Great Elder, it’s really not suitable for continued consumption."

"Nonsense!"

Just then, a middle-aged man with a little mustache came from outside the door and glared coldly at Ling Feng, "What does a kid like you know about ancient elixirs? I am the most distinguished physician of the Sky Strategy Clan. Dare you say my refined elixirs are wrong?"

The middle-aged man walked over to the Great Elder and took his pulse, saying lightly, "Great Elder, rest assured, just continue to take the Spirit Void Creation Elixir. I can extend your life for at least another year."

"One year?" Ling Feng scoffed, "He probably won’t live another month!"