I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

The fortress that was said to be as solid as a golden soup fortress was like paper before the Celestial Thunder of the Heavenly Dao; in an instant half of it collapsed, leaving only broken walls and shattered rubble in utter ruin.

Within the stockade, the private retainers wailed for their fathers and mothers, the casualties were horrific; those who stubbornly resisted were turned to ash on the spot, and the survivors were so terrified their souls nearly fled their bodies, throwing down their weapons and dropping to their knees in surrender, with not a shred of will to resist remaining.

In the territory of Xu State, the momentum was even more overwhelming.

The local gentry coerced tens of thousands of villagers, mustering private soldiers and strong men to form a dense Grand Array, blocking the throat of the official road, delusionally hoping to use their numerical superiority to force back the Warriors and Daoist Soldiers, their arrogance soaring to the heavens.

The Warriors watched coldly, their expressions indifferent; unhurriedly they raised their hands to begin Sealing, chanting true incantations under their breath.

In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth changed color; a violent Daoist Technique gale sprang out of thin air, sweeping along the direction of the enemy formation. The force of the wind was comparable to a tornado, whipping up sand and stone to blot out the sky and cover the sun.

The private soldiers of the gentry were all mere mortals; how could they possibly withstand such divine might of the Heavenly Dao?

The men in the front ranks were directly swept several zhang away by the gale; the formation instantly shattered into chaos, blades and spears and halberds scattered all over the ground, men and horses trampling over one another, cries and wails echoing across the fields.

"Attack!"

With a single command from the Warriors, their voices boomed like great bells.

The Daoist Soldiers clad in Spirit Light armor charged at the forefront, the mysterious radiance flowing over their armor, blades and spears unable to pierce it; they were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable.

The local braves followed close behind, pressing the advantage to slaughter, charging straight through the disordered formation.

In less than half a stick of incense, the leading obstinate gentry were all captured and executed; the rest threw away their helmets and abandoned their armor, dropping to their knees to surrender one after another.

Such world-shaking divine might of Daoist Technique utterly crushed the will of the old powers to resist; no one dared openly defy the new policies anymore.

Every few days, reports of quelling rebellions from all over would be carried back to Ning City along the altar’s current of Fate.

Each time, thunderous methods were used, heads rolled like balls, the blood shocked and cowed villains in all four directions, and none dared lightly rise in revolt again.

Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep as the boundless starry sky; he looked indifferently at scene after scene of pacification displayed upon the altar’s light screen and slightly inclined his head:

"Though the methods appear crude, they are efficient."

"Moreover, they use this divine might of the Heavenly Dao to propagate our Taishang Daoist Orthodoxy."

"Also, this Bai Gongming is a talent; among these killing-type talents, he is all the more rare."

"He was almost among the first batch of Warriors dispatched to the localities to implement land redistribution; not only did he quell rebellions cleanly and decisively, his speed in spreading the Dao was even faster."

"In a mere few days, he had built Taishang Dao temples in every village and stockade of Jinshui Mansion, gathering the people’s hearts, stabilizing the Daoist Orthodoxy; everything he did was watertight."

"Land division and preaching the Dao, blossoming in all regions; the Fate is soaring, and in a while it will reach ten billion."

"According to previous examples, a new skill may emerge."

...

Time flowed; the years passed in silence.

In a flash, several months slipped by unnoticed, and the Dao incense in the great hall of Ning City had burned through one round after another.

On this day.

Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep as the starry sky; the restrained mysterious radiance around his body suddenly bloomed faintly, causing all the Dao talismans in the hall to tremble in unison.

With a movement of his Heart Spirit, the solidified profession panel in his sea of consciousness abruptly surfaced.

[Daoist Level 9 (ten billion/ten billion)]

The experience was full; Realm-Breaking was imminent.

There was not the least ripple in Chen Sheng’s eyes; only a cold thought flashed through his mind:

"Allocate points, raise the profession Level!"

[Profession Level: 9→10]

In an instant, a vast and matchless Dao Rhyme swept in all directions.

Golden light in the hall shot into the heavens, auspicious clouds suddenly arose, clear music sounded of its own accord; the purple qi outside the hall grew denser by the moment, the originally coiling purple qi all surging and turning into golden Dao clouds.

The Warriors’ altars in several places roared and resonated at the same time; the Warriors of each State Mansion all felt a response in their hearts and knelt together in worship.

On the panel, the Runes spun madly, the Level entries iterating in an instant, the golden radiance so dazzling it could not be looked at directly.

[Daoist Level 10 (zero/hundred billion)]

At the end of the panel, a line of brand-new text slowly appeared.

[Profession Skill: Gate of Xuanpin]