I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

The praise within the Gathering Immortals Pavilion had not yet dissipated when a violent ripple suddenly appeared in the central void of the pavilion, as if the void were a torn brocade.

Soon after, a jade ruyi enveloped in celestial shards broke through the void.

"Hahaha, it’s here at last!"

Celestial Venerable Jiu Cang was the first to react, laughing uproariously as he stood up and slapped the table, the token granted by the Saint Master at his waist clinking as it swung with his movements:

"Brother Red Sun, is the wine still warm? Don’t let it cool and dampen the Saint Master’s spirit!"

Celestial Venerable Red Sun had already rushed to the gilded wine furnace, lifting the silver wine pot to pour wine into the jade cup. As the wine entered the cup, it fizzed with fine bubbles, a unique fragrance emanating from the steaming heat of the Millennium Drunk wine.

He turned back with a smile: "Don’t worry, I’ve just added spirit vein warm water; guaranteed to be warm to the taste!"

The other Celestial Venerables also stood up, adjusting their robes, faces brimming with respect and anticipation, all eyes fixed on the crack in the void, bodies slightly bowed, just waiting for the Saint Master’s arrival to bow in greeting.

The ripple in the void expanded to its limit, and a figure stepped out slowly from the fissure.

He wore a brocade robe of black and white, embroidered at the hem with a Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram, as he walked his body encircled by countless tiny black and white particles, sometimes coalescing into Tai Chi, sometimes scattering like a starry river.

Rich demon aura soared to the heavens yet carried the steadiness of the perfect Dao principle, starkly different from the aggression of normal demon cultivators.

The face was refined yet exuded an icy sharpness, the same Chen Sheng who had just slain the Primordial Saint Master.

Celestial Venerable Jiu Cang’s eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he transmitted his voice to the primordial spirits of everyone:

"I said the Saint Master would surely subdue that Demon Venerable, and as expected, it’s the Golden-Winged Roc Demon Venerable!"

"Look at this bearing, as expected of a leader of the world, subdued by the Saint Master; even his demon aura is much restrained, this Demon Venerable has surely yielded in spirit and speech."

"Brother Jiu Cang has eyes as sharp as a torch!"

Celestial Venerable Purple Sun stroked his long beard in agreement, his gaze scanning the Yin Yang particles around Chen Sheng, marveling at them:

"Didn’t expect the Demon Venerable to be so handsome after transformation, and the Dao rhyme surrounding him is remarkable, no wonder the Saint Master wants him as a mount."

All the Celestial Venerables nodded, their gazes on Chen Sheng carrying a trace of scrutiny combined with a certain superiority—a mount of the Saint Master in their eyes, no matter how remarkable his cultivation, merely an adjunct of the Saint Sect.

Chen Sheng had just stepped into the Gathering Immortals Pavilion, slightly stunned by the scene before him.

He thought that with the fall of the Primordial Saint Master, the Heavenly Book of Treasures changing hands, the Primordial Saint Sect would surely notice the anomaly and plunge into chaos.

But these Divinity Transformation Celestial Venerables showed no panic, on the contrary, each bore a smile with an expression full of anticipation and respect, not a trace of enmity showed towards him.

He instinctively swept across the scene, his gaze passing over the suspended Nine-Dragon Throne, the warm wine on the table, the respectful postures of the Celestial Venerables, full of surprise in his heart.

He could clearly perceive that though the aura within these Celestial Venerables was deep and steady, there was not a shred of vigilance, even carrying a hint of goodwill?

What Chen Sheng did not know was that the Primordial Saint Master had been deeply suspicious all his life, possessing the Heavenly Book of Treasures was such a grand fortune, unwilling to leave any flaws.

He had never refined a soul bead or similar life-bound token—though a soul bead could allow subordinates to perceive one’s own life safety, it could also be spied to see the state of one’s divine soul, or even used for curse-killing techniques.

Therefore, aside from himself, no one knew of the Saint Master’s life and death.

These Celestial Venerables only knew the Saint Master went personally to subdue the Demon Venerable, but were unaware of the Saint Master’s demise.

Chen Sheng thought no more, only coldly said:

"Just right, saves this seat the trouble of finding each of you!"

Before his words fell, the black and white particles around him suddenly exploded, his figure swelling like a balloon, replaced by golden feathers covering his whole body.

With a piercing cry, a towering illusion of a Golden-Winged Roc appeared, its wings spread so wide they deformed the entire Gathering Immortals Pavilion’s dome.

Each feather seemed forged from red gold, reflecting a chilly sheen, the wing tips flowing with Yin Yang Qi causing the surrounding space to ripple with fine cracks.

This was the true essence of the Golden-Winged Roc’s form!

"Not good! He hasn’t been subdued!"

Celestial Venerable Jiu Cang’s expression changed, the token at his waist suddenly erupted with golden light, attempting to raise a defense.

But Chen Sheng gave them no time to react, his massive beak opened wide, millions of Yin Yang particles surged into his mouth like a tide, forming a suspended black and white black hole in mid-air.

As the black hole spun, a terrifying devouring power swept across, the gilded wine furnace, white jade table were instantly ground to powder, even the air was ripped into shrieking cries.

The closest five Celestial Venerables bore the brunt.

Celestial Venerable Purple Sun reacted the fastest, a whisk in his hand waved, tens of thousands of violet bolts shot like long serpents towards the black hole, trying to block the devouring power.

Celestial Venerable Yin Fiend’s black aura surged, coalescing into a skeleton illusion, but these attacks barely touched the edge of the black hole before being instantly dissolved by the black and white Qi.

With several "pfft" sounds, the five had no time to scream before they were swallowed by the black hole.

Within Chen Sheng’s belly, the Yin Yang Qi Diagram slowly spun, the five’s primordial spirits had just escaped their flesh, only to be restrained deadened, struggling helplessly within.

As the exchange dissipated, before them stood the ferociously wild Golden-Winged Roc, and the rest finally reacted.

"Damn it! That useless Original!"

Celestial Venerable Xuan Ji’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, purple robe swelling around him, a yard-high violet-gold treasure seal flew out from his sleeve, inscribed with the words "Mountain Fortress," a Tier Five High Grade Dao Artifact, hurled straight at the black hole with the might to crush mountains and rivers.

"He holds eighty percent of the origin, condensing the Light Yin Dao Domain, and couldn’t even defeat a native!"