I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

In the void, a group of long-life giants, the Refining Void Great Powers sighed deeply, and the team from the Celestial Desolate Divine Court appeared even more desolate.

"Let’s go, three junior brothers."

Taiyuan sighed softly and then led Chen Sheng and the others into the four-dimensional space and time, quickly returning to the cave mansion in the southeast corner of Sovereign Heaven City.

Before long, Enlightenment Tea was steaming in the cave mansion!

Cold Monarch was agitated and shook his head:

"Such unrivaled talent, traversing the early Thirteen Tribulations as if in an uninhabited land, his undying body remained unscathed even by the Primal Chaos Celestial Thunder, yet in the end, he fell at the last Asking Dao Tribulation. Truly, such is the phrase ’Divine Techniques are no match for destiny’!"

Meteor Star nodded heavily upon hearing this:

"Indeed, his Celestial Desolate Dao Domain was unfathomable, the killing Dao Secret Technique unrivaled in Central Continent, even the phantom of the Ancient War God formed by the heavenly tribulation could be shattered by him with a cauldron. He was truly the number one under Integration."

"Yet he fell due to the Asking Dao Tribulation, leading to the scattering of his divine body. It’s truly a pity."

As he spoke, starlight seemed to flow around him, evidently drawing a parallel to his own cultivation path, evoking a sense of empathy.

Chen Sheng took a sip from his tea cup; the refreshing tea broth failed to dispel the heaviness in his heart.

Integration is hard to achieve!

His current smooth path was due to harvesting from the Small Thousand Source, which greatly aided the evolution of the Dao Domain and the Great Void Domain.

But achieving Integration was not something mere source could resolve, otherwise, wouldn’t the likes of the Celestial Desolate Divine Master who roamed deeply in Chongli Heaven collect enough source treasures?

His gaze swept over the others, finally landing on Taiyuan, who had been silently sitting the entire time.

Senior Brother had been sitting at the head of the stone table since returning, his gray robe draped over the ground, with hands folded on his knees, gazing at the mist-enshrouded mountains outside the courtyard, his expression unnaturally calm.

He softly called out, "Senior Brother?"

Cold Monarch and Meteor Star also snapped back to attention and looked at Taiyuan.

They had been so caught up in lamenting the fall of the Celestial Desolate Divine Master that they hadn’t noticed this usually steady Senior Brother had been silent for nearly half an hour.

Taiyuan slowly withdrew his gaze, letting it fall on the tea tray in the middle of the stone table. He gently raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea.

"It’s nothing!"

He sighed, his voice deeper than usual:

"It’s just lamentation for my kind. Fellow Daoist Celestial Desolate and I are both of the Twelve Tribulations; today he failed to cross the tribulation, resulting in death and Dao dissipation. How can those like us view it calmly?"

He paused, his voice carrying a trace of wistfulness:

"We cultivators have cultivated arduously for tens of thousands of years, cutting thorns and breaking through obstacles, finally reaching the pinnacle of Refining Void, seemingly possessing the ability to move mountains and fill seas, but ultimately cannot escape the shackles of lifespan."

"Fellow Daoist Celestial Desolate, such brilliance, unparalleled talent, renowned in Central Continent, in the end also only had a lifespan of ten thousand years before turning to ashes, dissipating between heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this, the hearts of Chen Sheng and the others sank.

Though they had not yet reached the end of their lifespan, they understood that long life was not immortality; the Great Powers of the Twelve Tribulations, seemingly glorious, were mostly already standing on the edge of a cliff.

Either break through to the Integration Realm to extend life, or quietly fall when the lifespan runs out.

The fall of the Celestial Desolate Divine Master undoubtedly laid bare this harsh reality starkly before them.

Chen Sheng quickly spoke to comfort: "Senior Brother, you are at your peak, only a step away from the Integration Realm. There’s no need for such sorrow."

Cold Monarch and Meteor Star also nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, Senior Brother, your Space-Time Collapse Ending Technique has already reached Mastery Realm, approaching the source. In the future, it will surely evolve into a Dharma Seed and successfully break through."

But Taiyuan waved his hand, a faint yet decisive smile appeared on his face:

"No need for concern, my junior brothers, I am aware. I am over eighty thousand years old now; although I can live another thirty thousand years, the Integration Realm seems like a mirage."

"What seems like a single step might as well be a chasm as deep as the sky. Throughout time, how many Refining Void Twelve Tribulations cultivators have managed to cross this step?"

He put down the teacup, his gaze becoming exceptionally firm:

"I have decided to set off for Yunlu Mountain tomorrow to serve our master for three thousand years. After that, I will go to the Taiyi Realm to seek opportunities. If it succeeds, that’s naturally good, but if not..."

He paused slightly, his gaze turning distant as he looked outside the courtyard:

"If not, I will travel the mountains and rivers of the two realms, see the sun, moon, and stars, taste all the flavors of the world, and not live this life in vain."

"Senior Brother!"

Chen Sheng and the others’ faces changed suddenly, immediately realizing the resolution in Taiyuan’s words. His journey to the Taiyi Realm in search of opportunity was clearly taken with a determined resolve to put forth ultimate effort.

Meteor Star intended to speak to dissuade but was stopped by Taiyuan raising his hand.

Chen Sheng rose and bowed deeply to Taiyuan:

"Then I wish Senior Brother a boundless Dao, never-ending, and to ascend the Integration Realm soon!"

He knew Senior Brother’s mind was made up, and dissuasion was useless. The only thing to offer was the most sincere blessing.

Cold Monarch and Meteor Star also realized and hurriedly stood to salute: "Wishing Senior Brother a smooth journey and fulfillment of wishes!"

Taiyuan, seeing the three like this, finally showed a bright smile. He raised his hand to help the three up:

"Good! Good! With the blessings of my three junior brothers, this Senior Brother is content!"

He took up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, as the tea washed away all his wistfulness.

In the following days, the cave mansion returned to its usual peaceful state.

At times they discussed the Dao or sipped tea, as if etching this brief period of togetherness into each other’s memories.

On the morning of the third day, just as dawn broke, Taiyuan transformed into a gray light and quickly disappeared into the morning mist.

After Taiyuan’s departure, Meteor Star and Cold Monarch also felt uninclined to linger.

Each bid farewell, one heading to the Star Ocean to comprehend the Star Power, attempting to solidify his cultivation in the fourth volume completely.

The other went to the Extreme Cold Land, hoping to use the power of the Ice Soul to break the barrier of the third volume.

With only Chen Sheng left in the cave mansion alone, through multiple lifetimes, he had good composure and continued to cultivate at his own pace.

Sitting cross-legged on the Cold Jade Meditation Mat, he closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and carefully perceived the mysteries of the Great Dao, seeking that final opportunity for breakthrough.

...

In the depths of the Celestial Court of the Heaven’s Origin Realm, within the Purple Radiance Hall, Chen Sheng was seated cross-legged atop the Nine-Dragon Cloud Bed.

The bed was entwined with nine lifelike jade dragons, continuously exhaling rippling spiritual mist from their mouths. The mist contained pure Power of Origin, nourishing the figure on the bed.

Chen Sheng gently closed his eyes, radiant light circulating around his body as the Dao Domain quietly unfolded.

Within the Dao Domain was not an ordinary scene, but a Sword Realm—a place where countless swords floated, each engraved with intricate Dao marks such as Yin Yang Fish, Five Elements Eight Trigrams, Annihilation Runes, representing the conclusion of his millennia of efforts in tempering the Final Sword Realm.

In the realm of swords, Yin Yang Qi intertwined and coiled like two dragons, sometimes manifesting as the cold of the moon to freeze the void, other times as the fierce blaze of the sun to incinerate Dao Principles.

Power of the Five Elements alternated between mutual generation and destruction, appearing as forms of valorous cavalries, boundless forest seas, raging tidal waves, volcanic eruptions, and the image of earth bearing weight—all ultimately converging into the center, into the gray, mist-like Annihilation Qi.

As the Annihilation Qi churned, countless final Dao marks formed and spread like a web throughout the Sword Realm.

Each Dao mark subtly trembled, drawing all Dao Principles within the Sword Realm towards the core of "Finality."

At the edge of the Sword Realm, space seemed to be sliced by a sharp blade, forming fine fractures, forcibly pulling in stray Powers of Origin, providing nourishment for the evolution of the Sword Realm.

"Buzz——"

A faint hum emanated from the center of the Sword Realm, causing millions of long swords to simultaneously tremble and emit a harmonious sword chant.

Daos of Yin Yang, Five Elements, and Annihilation completely fused, transforming into a sword qi of interwoven gray and gold hues. Though slender, it held the power to obliterate all things. After swirling around the Sword Realm once, it slowly merged into Chen Sheng’s body.

Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, a sharp sword light flashing through his pitch-black pupils, swiftly receding.

With a wave of his hand, the Final Sword Realm instantly dispersed, leaving only a faint Sword Rhyme lingering in the air.

He felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart:

"Not bad, this secret technique has finally been initially mastered."

"With my current strength, conservatively estimated, I can reach the fifteenth level of the Star Tower, ranked at the Void Refining Ninth Tribulation."

Relying on the marvel of Yin Yang Divine Soul, his two bodies shared insights of enlightenment and results from secret technique cultivation.

Yet even so, the combat strength of the two bodies differed.

This body, situated in the Heaven’s Origin Realm, wielded the treasure mirror of the heavens, gradually harvesting the origin power of dozens of Small Thousand Worlds over thousands of years, achieving great realm evolution.

Recently, he successfully broke through to the late-stage Void Refining, and the increase brought by cultivation staunchly surpassed the Human Race Yang Soul body.

"It’s a pity, the last veil of the third volume of finality still remains unpierced."

Chen Sheng lightly shook his head, feeling a bit of regret in his heart; just shy of a touch of enlightenment concerning the essence of "finality," he was still unable to step onto the threshold of the third volume.

"Never mind, the path of cultivation calls for a stretch and a relaxation, impatience leads nowhere."

"Let’s set up a banquet and relax a bit!"

...

Celestial Court, Taixuan Hall!

In the center of the hall was a white jade long table about a hundred feet in length, covered with exquisite delicacies.

There was Thousand-year-old Snow Lotus stew collected from the extreme cold regions, Fire Spirit fish slices caught from the depths of volcanoes, and Enlightenment fruits cultivated using the origin of Small Thousand Worlds.

Every dish was imbued with rich Spiritual Qi; just a whiff could equal decades of arduous cultivation for ordinary cultivators.

Chen Sheng wore his imperial robe, seated in the hall, his gaze sweeping over the people present.

On both sides below, to the left stood dozens of human and demon race cultivators dressed in court attire, headed by Fenghua Celestial Venerable, Seven Kill Celestial Venerable, Peacock Celestial Venerable, White Tiger Celestial Venerable, among others.

These individuals were old subordinates who followed Chen Sheng in battle, now each exuding a robust aura, Dao Rhyme surrounding them, all evidently at the mid to late-stage Divinity Transformation Realm.

On the right sat Chen Sheng’s numerous offspring, his eldest son Peng Xuan standing foremost, with a calm aura, already at Divinity Transformation Perfection.

Beside the screen on the sides of the hall stood several women in luxurious attire, Chen Sheng’s wives and concubines.

With Chen Sheng’s aid, utilizing the power of origin beads, they had also successfully broken through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, maintaining their beautiful appearances but gaining a more noble and elegant demeanor.

All these were a result of Chen Sheng’s meticulous efforts over thousands of years.

Leveraging the power of the heavens’ treasure mirror, he repeatedly employed the technique of boundary descent, harvesting origin power from dozens of Small Thousand Worlds.

Through this process, the Heaven’s Origin Realm’s originally incomplete origin, left from ancient times, was fully replenished.

Although not quite as abundant as the origin of the golden great era of ancient times, within the realm, Divinity Transformation cultivators no longer worried about the calamity of lifespan loss, and cultivation speeds have greatly increased.

Chen Sheng’s subordinates greatly benefitted, even just receiving a trace of Power of Origin allowed them to breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Realm, extending their lifespans by thousands of years.

As the saying goes, "When one person achieves enlightenment, even chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," perfectly exemplified here.

"Emperor!"

Seven Kill Celestial Venerable stepped forward, holding a string instrument crafted from Ten-thousand-year-old Profound Iron, encrusted with seven differently colored gemstones, emanating a faint aura of the path of destruction.

He knelt on one knee, respectfully speaking:

"I recently composed a new piece, ’Breaking the Boundaries,’ specifically for celebrating the Emperor’s emergence and advancement in cultivation; I humbly request the Emperor’s approval to perform."

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng laughed heartily, his voice booming like a bell, resonating throughout the hall:

"Good for you, Seven Kill, you’ve certainly got a mind for it! Granted! This Emperor wants to hear just what kind of grandeur your ’Breaking the Boundaries’ piece holds!"

Seven Kill Celestial Venerable’s eyes flashed with joy, quickly rising, and moved to the empty space in the center of the hall.

He brought the string instrument to his lips, gently blowing, and a majestic musical voice began to flow.

At the start of the music, it was as if a thousand armies galloped, and the sound of killing shook the heavens, echoing the past scenes of following Chen Sheng to battle in the Small Thousand World.

Then the music turned, becoming melodic, seemingly depicting the thriving scene of vitality returning to the Heaven’s Origin Realm.

Finally, the music abruptly soared, carrying the momentum of piercing through the skies and destroying all, reflecting Chen Sheng’s steadily rising cultivation.

Everyone in the hall listened quietly to the music, their hearts all stirred.

After the performance, Chen Sheng was quite pleased, saying: "This piece resonates with my heart, let’s call it ’Peng Sovereign Breaking Realm Music.’"

Seven Kill respectfully bowed: "Thank you Emperor for granting a name!"