I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

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The Seven Mysteries Grotto Heaven is located between the main peaks of the Wanxian Mountain Range in Central Continent, surrounded by seven layers of five-colored mysterious light.

This is the "Sky Seven Mysteries Array," a formation laid down by the Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries, consuming tens of thousands of years of meticulous effort. Inside the array lies infinite killing disasters, and ordinary Void Refining Cultivators dare not even approach.

But today, this impregnable Mountain Protection Array has welcomed an uninvited guest.

"Boom——"

With a flick of his fingertip, Taiyuan Daoist sent a seemingly plain wisp of gray qi toward the five-colored mysterious light.

The moment it made contact, the gray qi suddenly exploded, transforming into countless Dao traces, slicing through the protective light of the array like sharp blades.

The seven layers of mysterious light emitted a deafening roar, appearing on the verge of collapse, and the disciples on duty inside the array were scared pale, not even daring to look up at the approaching figure.

"Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries, come out!"

The voice of a falling star thundered like a shockwave, sweeping through the entire grotto heaven with the pressure of the Void Refining Eleventh Tribulation. The spirit plants in the mountains drooped their branches, the birds and beasts went into hiding, and even the air seemed to freeze.

In the Purple Mist Hall deep within the grotto heaven, the Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries was sitting cross-legged in meditation. Upon hearing the external clamor, he abruptly opened his eyes, his expression dark enough to drip water.

Through the water mirror, seeing the four figures in front of the array, especially spotting Chen Sheng behind Taiyuan, he instantly understood the reason.

He looked at the most imposing Taiyuan, rapidly contemplating in his mind.

Void Refining Twelfth Tribulation, Twelve-layer Heaven of Longevity, standing at the pinnacle of Chongli Heaven, in limited numbers, if appeared in Chongli Heaven, must be of great renown.

Soon, he recalled the origin of the party, indeed renowned.

"Antarctic Immortal Mansion, Yuan Emperor, mastering the path of spacetime termination, forty thousand years ago, after slaying the Seven Fiends, he left Chongli Heaven."

"The two beside him should be his Extinguishing Star Sword Master and Vast Cold Divine Monarch, both renowned powers of the Ten Tribulations."

"Incorrect, now the Extinguishing Star Sword Master’s prowess rivals mine, surely Eleventh Tribulation, and the Cyan Nether Wanderer is unexpectedly their junior brother."

The Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries knew the origins of the opposing side, feeling immense pressure.

If it was an ordinary Twelve Tribulations, even if unmatched, he could defend himself, but Yuan Emperor was different, with a lethal reputation and extremely formidable battle strength!

Each of the Seven Fiends was inferior to him, merely Void Refining Ten Tribulation, but the seven practiced an ancient secret technique, and together, they repeatedly slayed Great Powers of Eleven-layer Heaven of Longevity, claiming capability to challenge Twelve-layer Heaven.

Facing the Seven Fiends of the past, the Venerable Lord considered himself no match, let alone Yuan Emperor who slew the Seven Fiends.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Then hastily sent messages to several cultivators of Twelve-layer Heaven he had interacted with, explaining the situation, inviting them to mediate.

He himself dared not step out of the core region of the grotto heaven— there lay the protective restrictions he set, in case the opposing side made a move, he could still seize a brief respite.

Thus, he projected an avatar, merely standing in the air with folded hands, and said:

"Taiyuan Daoist, no need to be angry. This matter is a misunderstanding, we can sit down and discuss it well."

Taiyuan stood with arms folded, voice cold:

"Misunderstanding?"

He took a step forward, the invisible pressure moving, directly dissipating that avatar.

"Daoist, calm down!"

Once more, the Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries condensed an avatar to step forward and explain, tone lowered extremely:

"That day’s matter was my mistake."

"I am willing to offer the treasured ’Taiyi Treasure Pill’ and ’Circulation Mysterious Essence’, wishing to let this matter pass."

Just then, two streaks of light swiftly flew from afar.

One carried a grand righteous aura like the blazing sun, the other bore a pill-red fire seeming to burn the heavens and boil the sea, precisely Meng Heavenly Lord of the Haoran Sect and Red Sun Emperor of the Treasure Pill Nation.

"Taiyuan Daoist, please show mercy!"

"Seven Mysteries acted inappropriately, but considering no substantial harm was caused and he is willing to compensate and apologize, why not grant us a little face, and let this matter pass?"

Red Sun Emperor also hurriedly echoed.

Taiyuan’s gaze swept over both, eyebrows slightly knitted, yet he did not immediately conceded.

Meng Heavenly Lord and Red Sun Emperor are both Great Powers of Twelve-layer Heaven of Longevity, even if not interacted with, he had heard their names.

He pondered for a moment, gray qi swirling around him, a silent annihilation intent quietly spreading:

"Giving face to both Daoists is possible, but the grievance my junior brother suffered cannot be overlooked like this."

He pointed at the Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries, voice sharp as ice:

"Seven Mysteries, you have oppressed the young, and I can do the same."

"If you can withstand my three moves without dying, then let this matter be written off. If you can’t, it’s your fate, blame no one else!"

At these words, the Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries let out a sigh of relief, after all, he was a Great Power of Eleven-layer Heaven, it was not likely he couldn’t endure three moves from the opposing side.

To him, the other side merely wanted to vent for his junior brother, Red Sun Emperor too lightly nodded, evidently thinking likewise.

Only Meng Heavenly Lord, who had dealt with Taiyuan in earlier years, his expression slightly changed, hastily advised, "Taiyuan Daoist, why be so absolute?"

Taiyuan raised his hand to interrupt, tone irrefutable:

"Meng Daoist, no need to speak further."

"The rule of the line I follow is this, if he dares to touch my junior brother, he must bear the consequences, three moves are already in consideration of the two Daoists’ face."

The Venerable Lord of Seven Mysteries was initially stunned, but the glimmer of fortune flickered in his eyes, fortunately having found someone to mediate.

"Fine! I accept!"

As these words fell, Taiyuan no longer spoke more, slowly raising his hand, palm surged with gray qi.

It was clearly condensed from millions of Dao traces of spacetime’s ultimate source, upon its emergence causing the surrounding void to ripple subtly, as if it could hardly bear the weight.

Amidst the swirling gray qi, a copper bell several feet high slowly floated in midair, its body lacked the carvings of dragons, phoenixes, and auspicious beasts, only tightly interwoven Dao traces like a galaxy suspended upside down.