I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

A flick of a finger, a millennium passes.

Northern Territory, Jade Dragon Pass.

A fierce snowstorm rages, sweeping across the land, rendering heaven and earth a vast expanse of pale white.

The violent wind carries snowflakes, whipping against the city walls with a woeful sound. Outside the pass, for a thousand miles there is ice, a myriad of snowflakes fluttering—all is silent and deadly.

On the city wall, an old soldier clad in heavy armor tightens his gear, bracing against the wind and snow as he patrols.

Suddenly, he halts, his murky eyes widening with a start, gazing toward the horizon.

"What... what is that?"

The old soldier’s voice trembles as he extends a shaking finger towards the depths of the clouds.

In the far distance, a mighty force tears open a great rift in the wind and snow, and a gigantic shadow rapidly approaches.

"Hmm?"

A large general stationed at the pass leaps to the city wall upon hearing the sound.

This man, clad in frost-covered silver armor, exudes a gravitas, a Grandmaster of the Daoist Sect guarding Jade Dragon Pass for the Chen Kingdom, his Cultivation having already reached the Mastery Realm.

He raises his eyes at the words, focusing his sight, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of snow, reaching the clouds above.

The next moment, the face of this Daoist Sect Grandmaster changes suddenly, his heart quaking violently.

In the clouds several thousand zhang away, a shadow as massive as several dozen zhang is approaching with the power of wind and thunder. Its body emanates a rolling chill, surging like waves, moving so swiftly that even the air bursts with an unending explosive sound.

As the shadow draws nearer, he finally gets a clear view of its full form—

It is a cold Flood Dragon with a dragon’s head, covered in dark blue scales!

Its long horns are like crystal, its giant mouth exhales a fishy wind, and between the openings of its scales, the chill bursts forth. Its eyes are like two cold lamps, its ferocity echoing across the skies.

"It’s... it’s a cold Flood Dragon!"

The general exclaims in horror, his entire being seeming to freeze with terror.

Every Martial Artist under heaven knows that a mature cold Flood Dragon is inherently terrifying with its Divine Techniques, a powerful bloodline, and a vicious majesty that approaches the Celestial Being realm.

Moreover, there is a legend handed down that when the Ancestor Xu Hu of the Imperial Family of the Chen Kingdom once ventured into the perilous region of the North Sea to hunt a ten-thousand-year-old flood dragon king to craft the Xuan Yuan Great Bow, known to subdue the land with supreme might, using its matchless dragon tendons as the string.

And the one before them, several dozen zhang in size, is clearly fully grown!

Before everyone can react, the cold Flood Dragon flaps its fins to dive down, its speed soaring like a meteor heading for the grand pass.

Boom—!

The sound of a sonic boom explodes, the air currents sweeping in all directions.

The cold Flood Dragon crashes into the city walls of Jade Dragon Pass, shattering the unbreakable Profound Iron pass, bricks and stones flying, snow splashing into the sky.

The Daoist Sect Grandmaster who was observing from the city wall changes his expression drastically, about to rally his true aura to strike, but the Flood Dragon has already opened its massive mouth, its ominous breath overwhelming him.

In an instant, this Daoist Realm general meets a tragic end, devoured by the dragon’s mouth, leaving no trace of his remains.

"Such wickedness!"

From above the nine heavens, an angry shout booms like thunder.

Lord Gongsun Ye of the Northern Guard strides through the sky, his white robe frosted, surrounded by a chilling aura, each sway of his hand can freeze hundreds of miles.

He is the Celestial Being Grandmaster guarding the Northern Territory of the Chen Kingdom, mastering the "Ten Ultimate North Pole Xuanming", capable of sealing cities with a thought and freezing rivers with a rage.

As he prepares to suppress the rampaging cold Flood Dragon, his gaze suddenly fixes sharply, staring intently at the creature’s back.

This glance makes his heart tremble fiercely.

He sees a figure!

The person stands with hands behind the back on the thunder-riding wind-following Flood Dragon, the robe flapping, face veiled in a faint demon mist, the stature upright like a solitary peak, with a profound demeanor, neither form nor trace visible.

A thought flashes through his mind:

Such a world-shattering, Celestial Being-level cold Flood Dragon, is there truly someone in this world who can subjugate it and ride it as a mount?

Who is this person?

The moment of astonishment barely arises, and a boundless, unmatched aura already rushes forth from the person.

That aura far surpasses a Celestial Being, reigning above all beings. As soon as it manifests, it makes the heavens tremble, even the howling wind and snow seem to stagnate.

Gongsun Ye’s pupils contract sharply:

"Supreme Shattering Realm...!"

Upon the dragon’s back, the man gently raises his eyes, his gaze deep as an abyss, his tone calm yet undeniably domineering:

"Compared to Xu Hu, the Martial Arts founding ancestor of the Xu Family, I’m still slightly lacking, barely a half-step into Shattering,"

"This journey south is both to restore my Holy Sect’s orthodoxy, reinstating the order of heaven and earth, and to seek the Heavenly Dao, shatter the universe, and verify the ultimate power of Martial Arts."

Gongsun Ye’s heart is seized with caution, instantly understanding what the other meant by "Holy Sect".

That’s the force formed from the remnants of various religions after the Annihilation of the Ten Countries, dormant in the Northern Territory for decades, never abandoning the hope of restoration, calling themselves the Eight Meridians of the Northern Sect!

Among the court of the Chen Kingdom, they call them the Eight Meridians of the Heavenly Demon!

Gongsun Ye’s white robe flutters, the icy true aura around him becoming even more intense, frost and snow condensing into crystals around him:

"So it’s the remnants of the Eight Meridians of the Heavenly Demon, what a bold claim!"

The man hears this, and the corner of his mouth within the demon mist seems to curl into a cold smile, he moves slightly, stepping off the Flood Dragon’s back into the air, the tip of his toes touching the void and somehow halting the surrounding wind and snow:

"You, Gongsun Ye, are the foremost Celestial Being in the Northern Territory of the Chen Kingdom, qualified to die by my hand—remember my name, Ji Shifeng."

"Ji Shifeng?"

Gongsun Ye snorts coldly, his eyes blazing with cold light, the icy true aura around him condensing into countless sharp ice blades, hovering in mid-air:

"Arrogant!"

"Dare to be so audacious without having achieved Supreme Shattering. Today, I shall personally see what your half-step Shattering can do!"

Having cultivated the Celestial Being realm for decades, he too has had the thought of "proving the Dao through battle, slaying the strong, and knocking on the door of Shattering".

Now, with Ji Shifeng knocking on the gate, it is both a calamity and an opportunity for him to verify his own Martial Arts, the battle intent sweeping through him instantly.

Not a moment passes.

Gongsun Ye flashes, his white robe like a streak of cold light, directly charging at Ji Shifeng.

With his fingertips forming blades, where the cold passes, the void is frozen into web-like cracks.

Ji Shifeng’s eyes narrow slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding, the demon mist around him surges and transforms into countless dark palm shadows, meeting Gongsun Ye’s ice blades.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Thunder booms above.

Vast streams of air suddenly expand in the firmament, the dispersing currents instantly refracting layers of cloud currents, like a massive mushroom cloud rippling across the sky, visible for miles!

The two engage at speed in the sky, crisscrossing every area.

With each step spanning several miles, the pace of their encounter leaves no room for a discerning eye, a glimpse reveals only afterimages of the two across the sky, a blaze of icy Gang Qi and fiery demonic blade light interwoven and exploding.

In an instant, they have already exchanged dozens of rounds.

The terrifying aftermath sweeps through Jade Dragon Pass, the shattered city walls collapse completely, the mountains shudder, the frozen earth splitting open into a hundred-zhang-wide gorge, the wind and snow reversing like tides, the garrison unable to even let out a scream before being pulverized into a bloody mist by the blast.

Above the sky.

Gongsun Ye’s Xuanming true aura is pushed to the extreme, freezing everything within ten li, the ground splits, and thousands of ice spears and columns erupt from the frozen soil, all shooting towards Ji Shifeng.

But as they hit the demon mist around Ji Shifeng, they only stir faint ripples, easily dispelled with a casual gesture, shattered into fragments of ice across the sky, melting into the fierce wind.

He has fallen into a decisive disadvantage.

Each direct confrontation leaves Gongsun Ye’s blood surging violently, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Crash!

A crisp sound!

Ji Shifeng seizes a flaw, the demon pattern at his fingertips swelling, gripping Gongsun Ye’s left arm tightly, forcibly tearing off the entire limb.

Blood gushes like a fountain, solidifying into points of red plum amidst the vast snow, contrasting sharply with his white garment, an ever more shocking sight.

In severe injury.

Gongsun Ye’s remaining right arm conjures countless ice patterns, pushing the Ten Ultimate Xuanming to its limit, fighting back desperately with unmatched tenacity.

Ji Shifeng unleashes lethal moves consecutively, the demon mist engulfing, palm shadows like prisons, yet he is unable to completely vanquish him...