Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1551 - 838: Walk (Part 2)

Zhao Sheng's eyes landed on the Broken Pen, instantly detecting a naive and bewildered awareness.

This naive awareness resembled that of a newborn infant, reacting with immediate positivity as soon as Zhao Sheng looked at it.

Affection, fear, curiosity... a myriad of awareness fluctuations surged back at once, laid bare entirely before Zhao Sheng.

Though filled with delight, Zhao Sheng's mind weighed heavily with concern.

Even if he couldn't pinpoint the cause of the Reincarnation Broken Pen's sudden transformation, he understood that it was inextricably tied to the Hundred Generations Book.

With his Primordial Spirit now perfected, his power had surged to astonishing heights, granting him the confidence to attempt connecting with the Reincarnation Broken Pen.

After prolonged preparation, Zhao Sheng's form swelled enormously, his whole body emitting Five-Colored Divine Light, shifting into a colossal enlightening figure.

With a mere thought, the Hundred Generations Book gradually dimmed its glow, freeing the restrained Reincarnation Broken Pen.

Freed at last, the Broken Pen vanished from his senses in a flash, leaving no trace behind.

"Not good!"

Zhao Sheng's face twisted in alarm, instinctively linking with the Hundred Generations Book to summon its might and block the Reincarnation Broken Pen from fleeing the Purple Mansion.

Yet before the Hundred Generations Book could unleash its radiance, the Reincarnation Broken Pen materialized right in front of him, its point nearly brushing his cheek.

In that instant, the Broken Pen sent forth waves of ecstatic and thrilled awareness.

Zhao Sheng held his breath on reflex, closely examining the Broken Pen right before him.

Suddenly, the Broken Pen morphed into a streak of white light, orbiting his figure in endless loops, its awareness waves growing sharper, filled with deeper fondness and reverence toward Mu Ru.

Witnessing this, Zhao Sheng let out an unexpected sigh of relief, gradually reaching out his right hand.

As his palm turned upward, the Reincarnation Broken Pen suddenly rested upon it.

The second his right hand closed around the pen's shaft, it felt as if he shouldered a massive mountain, a profound weight flooding his heart.

In the following moment, Zhao Sheng's brilliant aura dimmed abruptly, and the Broken Pen in his grasp transformed into a "Black Hole."

Mana, Primordial Spirit, Will Heart Light, and even his own awareness were forcibly drawn into the Broken Pen.

The enlightening Primordial Spirit contracted rapidly within a single breath, quickly turning hazy and ethereal, on the verge of total dissipation.

Luckily, the Broken Pen realized its terrible error and promptly restrained its abilities, sparing Zhao Sheng from complete absorption.

Right then, Zhao Sheng, whose awareness had almost scattered, sensed a massive influx returning, his Primordial Spirit surging like rain on dry soil, not just restoring its prior solidity but advancing swiftly.

Upon recovering his senses, Zhao Sheng understood he had come perilously close to another reincarnation, struck with profound fear.

Gazing at the docile Broken Pen nestled in his palm, Zhao Sheng felt a mix of joy and shock, uncertain how to proceed for the moment.

Just then, the Hundred Generations Book subtly emitted a enigmatic gleam.

In a flash, a burst of insight ignited deep in Zhao Sheng's mind, akin to a star plunging into the Heart Lake, stirring endless "ripples."

He naturally gripped the pen shaft, and at that point, the Hundred Generations Book materialized quietly before him, its pages flipped open to the initial one.

Driven by an overwhelming impulse, Zhao Sheng raised his right hand, letting the pen tip descend onto the page.

At that instant, every memory fragment from the first lifetime coalesced into unseen strands, flowing into the pen tip.

With sudden divine clarity, Zhao Sheng's wrist moved gracefully, guiding the Broken Pen's tip smoothly along the page.

One stroke,

Two strokes,

Three strokes,

...

In this moment, Zhao Sheng's essence, energy, and spirit reached an all-time zenith, as the pen tip glided softly, channeling Mana, Divine Thought, and Will into the pen, causing his Primordial Spirit to weaken once more.

Time appeared frozen, yet eons seemed to elapse.

Until his essence, energy, and spirit neared depletion, unable to continue writing, a intense peril suddenly surged, jolting Zhao Sheng from his trance.

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Staring at the script on the page, Zhao Sheng felt utter horror, his mind swirling with immense uncertainty.

For this was no full character, merely a radical.

He had intended to inscribe the character "Zhao," yet his essence, energy, and spirit proved inadequate, halting midway, short of the last two strokes.

What baffled Zhao Sheng most was that the character "Zhao" appeared in simplified Chinese.

Having reincarnated nine times and mastered countless tongues, why had simplified Chinese emerged now?

What hidden truth lay behind this? Zhao Sheng mulled deeply, catching fleeting glimpses of elusive insights, but never seizing that elusive spark.

The harder he pursued the thought, the more enigmatic the puzzles grew, deepening his bewilderment.

Suddenly, Zhao Sheng sensed overwhelming fatigue and frailty, his awareness swiftly fading until he blacked out completely.

Once he passed out, the Broken Pen slipped from his grasp, floating obediently to the Hundred Generations Book's forefront, settling amid its pages.

The Hundred Generations Book gently shut its leaves, then descended with the Reincarnation Broken Pen back into the profound soul sea.

...

No one knew how long had elapsed!

Snapping back to awareness, Zhao Sheng endured a pounding headache, followed by a sensation of utter depletion throughout his body.

With effort, he propped himself up, pulling three White Jade Pill Bottles from his sleeve.

Breaking the Elixir Seal, he tilted the bottle blindly, dumping the full contents of Yuxu Primordial Spirit Pills straight into his mouth.

Doing this three times, a total of three bottles of Fourth-Order Treasure Pills filled his stomach.

Instantly, warm streams coursed through his limbs, bringing a flush of color to Zhao Sheng's cheeks as he started refining the elixir's essence.

Over the next few months, he stayed secluded in the cave mansion, only emerging after fully regaining his peak condition, ending the seclusion.

From this incident, he discovered his cultivation had leaped forward once more, surging from the Second Level to the Peak of Divinity Transformation Sixth Layer.

It vividly demonstrated the might of the Quasi-Tao Artifact!

...

As autumn yielded to winter, Jiuxuan City wrapped itself in frosty attire, with snowflakes dancing and blanketing the whole metropolis.

Where light shines brighter, shadows loom larger; across thousands of miles, Jiuxuan City concealed many hidden underground black markets.

In the southeast of the seventeenth district, under a nondescript workshop, one such cultivation black market thrived.

On this day, a Young Master clad in a Sky Blue Robe, featuring sharp hawk-like eyes and a curved nose, emerged on the black market's street, strolling along for two or three miles before veering into winding alleys.

Shortly after, he arrived at the entrance of a plain courtyard.

Above the courtyard hung a vibrant barrier, which parted silently as he approached.

Jun Tianxing drew a steady breath, maintaining his composed air, then crossed the barrier into the courtyard.

Within, he effortlessly encountered the waiting superior.

"Subordinate Jun Tianxing, greets Master!" Jun Tianxing extended his arms, bowing slightly like a vigilant bird.

This was the distinctive salute of the Demon Bird Clan, akin to the respectful bow of Human Clan Cultivators.

"Rise without formalities!" Zhao Sheng replied coolly, utterly unmoved by the other's probing gesture.

As long as the Five Passes Heavenly Demon Curse remained unbroken, this Roc's fate stayed firmly in his control.

"Hmm, you’ve broken through?" Zhao Sheng eyed Jun Tianxing and asked abruptly.

Jun Tianxing expressed thanks, bowing promptly as he replied: "Thanks to the ’Blood Nerve Scripture’ imparted by the Master, I purified my bloodline a century ago, allowing me to advance smoothly."

Zhao Sheng nodded: "That is good! With you here, the Zhao Family is secure."

Jun Tianxing picked up on the implication but refrained from questioning.

Ignoring the subordinate's inner musings, Zhao Sheng cut straight to it: "The things I wanted?"

Hearing this, Jun Tianxing produced a Sumeru Ring, presenting it deferentially to the master.

Zhao Sheng extended his hand, accepted the Sumeru Ring, and sent his Divine Thought probing within.

Surveying the abundant treasures inside the ring, his expression stayed perfectly neutral, calm as still water.

Jun Tianxing stole a covert look, anxiety creeping into his chest.

"This Sumeru Ring, bring it to the Zhao Family. Hand it personally to Zhao Yongxian, instructing him to unseal with Heart Blood."

Zhao Sheng withdrew a dull ring, tossing it casually into Jun Tianxing’s chest.