Platonic Formula

As soon as Zhao Huai opened his eyes, he realized that he had become the last crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. However, he wasn't excited about it because the Great Yan Dynasty had already perished. In the current world, the New Dynasty reigned supreme. He had fled south and settled down, becoming a small pawnshop owner. From being the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty to an unknown pawnshop owner, the only thing Zhao Huai could rely on was a golden copper coin he received when he first transmigrated here. By flipping the coin, he could receive instructions in his mind, know the outcome of things, and predict the fortune and misfortune he would face. 
In front of you is a mysterious ring. Do you accept it? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You accept the ring and obtain the destiny of "Good Fortune." In front of you is a marriage proposal. Do you agree to marry her? The instruction you receive is "misfortune." You choose to marry her and obtain the destiny of "Divine Insight." In the chaos caused by demons and monsters in the Central State, you have achieved great cultivation. Do you want to emerge from seclusion? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You defeat the demon lord with a single sword, shaking the world, and obtain the destiny of "Sword Saint."
As the New Dynasty was established, its foundation was unstable. Demons and monsters caused disturbances, and people's hearts were unsettled. The world was filled with countless bones, and small countries were on the brink of collapse. Foreign tribes on the border were watching closely. Even in this prosperous era, there were countless plagues. This was a world where cultivation was revered, and Zhao Huai knew that only by becoming an immortal could he protect himself. While the former officials of the Great Yan Dynasty were searching everywhere for the heir of the former dynasty, attempting to restore the nation and continue the imperial legacy of the Great Yan Empire, Zhao Huai said, "Restoring the nation? It'll not be too late for me to do that after I become an immortal."

Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

"Where is the descendant of Ancestor Yan Zu?"


There was no beating around the bush, no pleasantries, just straight to the point.


The old fiend of Netherworld glanced at the bloody mist beside him, his eyes filled with questions, as if there were so many things he wanted to ask.


The figure in the bloody mist spoke coldly, with no intention of explaining.


The old fiend of Netherworld grumbled unwillingly.


He really had terrible luck, didn't check any auspices, and everything just went wrong.


Usually, it was him interrogating others. Where was the situation when someone compelled him?


"Oh? You don't know... If you don't know, let's feed him to the demonic serpent."


The cold voice in Devil Mountain spoke.


The figure in the bloody mist grabbed the old fiend of Netherworld and headed out.


Scared, the old fiend's back was covered with cold sweat as he hurriedly said,


Chapter 3 One Year Later_3