Chapter 802 - 791: Celestial Heart Mark

Ding Ling’s ability to penetrate and see through the material layers had also risen by several tiers along with everything else.

"The Celestial Might of the Immortal Realm is in no way weaker than that of the Netherworld, and in some respects it even surpasses it!"

"Moreover, Nanhua Old Immortal’s Inner Heaven and Earth refined quite a number of worlds, and these worlds have all begun to merge into the Immortal Realm. It’s foreseeable that the Immortal Realm will become unimaginably powerful in the future—perhaps it might even reach the level of the Wind and Cloud Celestial Realm?"

The level of the Netherworld was already extremely high.

The level of the Immortal Realm would become even higher in time.

It was foreseeable.

It was possible the Immortal Realm would not only reach the Wind and Cloud Celestial Realm’s level, but might even surpass it!

"I never imagined a Historical Plane would have such potential and fortune!"

Ding Ling thought of the potential of the Breathing Technique.

The Breathing Technique could be cultivated all the way up to the Martial Arts Dharma Aspect level!

A glimpse of the leopard through a tube!

In the Ancient Era, there must have been quite a few people with extremely terrifying talent who, relying on the Breathing Technique and other Techniques, cultivated all the way to the Martial Arts Golden Core, the Primordial Spirit, and even the Dharma Aspect level!

It was only that Nanhua Old Immortal descended upon this world and kept meddling with it!

It might precisely be because of Nanhua Old Immortal that many inheritances were cut off, causing the rank of the Three Kingdoms World to continually fall!

"Eh."

After Ding Ling walked around the Immortal Realm for a while, he suddenly felt that under the simultaneous blessing of the three strands of Celestial Might, his sense and control over the Immortal Realm, the Netherworld, and the Human World instantly increased a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

"It seems I can instantly turn back to the Human World or the Netherworld."

Ding Ling pondered for a moment, then took a step forward.

In the next instant.

He actually arrived at Human World Chang’an.

He landed in the courtyard of a certain residence.

"So it really works?"

Ding Ling was utterly astonished.

"Is it because I saved the Immortal Realm, the Netherworld, and the Human World? So the Heavenly Dao of these Three Realms voluntarily handed over their ’Celestial Heart Marks’ to me?"

What was a Celestial Heart Mark?

Previously, Ding Ling didn’t understand, and didn’t know.

But as the Netherworld continuously recovered, and the Immortal Realm awakened and revived, the Celestial Might on Ding Ling’s body grew ever stronger.

He then suddenly developed a kind of understanding: namely, that he could freely travel among the three worlds!

He could even roughly locate the positions of the three worlds, then cross over in an instant!

Not only that.

Having obtained the Celestial Heart Marks of the three worlds, he had become the sole Deity of this Historical Plane.

To a certain extent, he could even alter the rules of some regions.

Just like Nanhua Old Immortal’s Inner Heaven and Earth.

"Alter the rules. This is actually possible?"

Ding Ling mused:

"Looks like the essence within Nanhua Old Immortal’s Inner Heaven and Earth was absorbed by the Immortal Realm, granting the Immortal Realm this same capability? And since I’ve become the controller of the Immortal Realm’s Celestial Heart Mark, I naturally gained this ability to a certain degree as well?"

Ding Ling was both shocked and eager to test it.

This ability to alter rules was truly inconceivable.

His Grotto World Structure was at least a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from being able to alter rules.

Previously he had even doubted how someone who was merely a Martial Arts Primordial Spirit expert like Nanhua Old Immortal could possess such a powerful Inner Heaven and Earth.

After all, neither the Demon Lord nor Tathagata Buddha of the Wind and Cloud World had such a thing.

So why did Nanhua Old Immortal have it?

Now he had realized.

Nanhua Old Immortal’s possession of this ability was definitely due to his true body bestowing it.

Whereas the Demon Lord and Buddha Lord, having not been granted this Divine Technique by their true bodies, naturally appeared far more ordinary.

"Prince."

A voice filled with surprise and delight suddenly sounded behind Ding Ling.

Ding Ling broke off his thoughts and turned toward the voice.

And saw that at some unknown point, a peerlessly beautiful maiden had appeared behind him.

Her beauty was in no way inferior to Da and Xiao Qiao’s.

The grace and scholarly aura she carried by nature added several degrees of charm to her for no reason at all; simply walking down the street, she was enough to move and draw the eyes of any man.

"Cai Wenji."

Ding Ling came to his senses.

He had actually landed in the Cai Mansion.

And because Cai Wenji held not the slightest hostility toward him—on the contrary, she harbored great goodwill and kindness—Ding Ling, whose mind had been preoccupied, hadn’t noticed her sudden arrival. Under normal circumstances, any slight movement of grass or trees would never escape his notice.

"Prince."

Cai Wenji, her face filled with excitement, took a step forward, but whether out of fear, self-abasement, or some other reason, a shadow of dimness flashed across her face; she actually blushed and retreated a step.

Ding Ling took this in but didn’t point it out, only saying:

"Where is Consulting Officer Cai?"

Consulting Officer Cai was precisely Cai Yong, Cai Wenji’s father.

When Ding Ling was invested as Prince, Cai Yong had been chosen as Consulting Officer.

"My father?"

Cai Wenji froze; the shyness on her face instantly turned into sorrow and grief. In the emptiness of her eyes, there was a trace of extreme pain:

"He’s passed away."

"Hm?!"

Ding Ling’s expression changed slightly:

"My condolences."

"This isn’t your fault."

Cai Wenji forced a smile, a very bitter one:

"Five years ago, shortly after you ascended and left, my father passed on."

"May you restrain your grief."

"I will. All these years, I’ve thought it through as well."

Cai Wenji recalled the words her father had spoken before his death: "Wenji, if you like the Prince, then be bold and pursue your own happiness. I will no longer stand in your way. I hope you can be safe, healthy, and happy for a lifetime. Remember what I’ve said—you must be brave. I will watch over you from the heavens and bless you."

Her almond-shaped eyes couldn’t help but turn toward Ding Ling. She mustered her courage, but still failed to speak the words buried in her heart.

Ever since she’d been personally rescued by Ding Ling from the Xiongnu’s hands six years ago.

Cai Wenji had never again been able to forget that figure who descended like a Celestial God, saving her from fire and water!

And afterward, in Chang’an, having interacted with Ding Ling several times.

Her feelings only grew deeper.

Unfortunately.

She was too embarrassed to speak.

Cai Yong had seen through it, but he died early and never managed to deliver the final Xin he wrote.

"If you ever need anything, you can go directly to the Prince’s Mansion and look for Diao Chan and the others."

Ding Ling had a great fondness for Cai Wenji and Cai Yong, so his voice was quite gentle:

"I’m sure they’ll help you."

Cai Wenji didn’t know what came over her; she only stared blankly at Ding Ling and said nothing.

After Ding Ling spoke with her a few more words and saw she was still like this, he chose to take his leave.

"Prince."

Right as Ding Ling vanished without a trace in the space of an instant.

Cai Wenji finally seemed to come back to herself and cried out, "Prince!"

But how could she still see any sign of Ding Ling’s figure?

She searched in all directions.

Yet couldn’t find him anywhere.

As though everything that had just happened had been but illusion and bubbles.

Lost in spirit, she slowly walked back to the cool pavilion, her Emei brows tightly furrowed, gazing toward the Prince’s Mansion with deep melancholy.

All these years.

She had lived like this.

The steward of the Cai Mansion heard the commotion and came over, asking Cai Wenji what had happened.

Cai Wenji forced herself to hold up her spirits and gave a brief account, in the end concluding that perhaps she’d merely had a dream.

The steward left with a thoughtful look.

Not long after.

He took a Xin and hurried straight toward the Prince’s Mansion.

This Xin had been given to him by Cai Yong.

He had said that if Ding Ling ever came to the Cai Mansion, this Xin must be handed over to him.