Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1628: 876: Seeking the Great Saint Ridge
Previously on Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension...
Sky Demon Transformation Technique
Golden Light Ten Thousand Soldiers Technique
Power Extreme Original Scripture
Great Saint Nine Transformations
Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique
Supreme Yin Talisman Scripture
Ten Thousand Demons Return Tribulation Scripture
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Over the flowing days, the Golden Crane Great Saint devoted himself utterly to Zhao Sheng, imparting every bit of knowledge he possessed.
In addition to the three complete Immortal Techniques, he transmitted seven fragments of Immortal Techniques.
As time steadily advanced, the Golden Crane Great Saint’s fur grew sparse and dull, his vitality no longer as vigorous as earlier.
On that day, as dusk settled in, innumerable glowing light wisps drifted above the shoreline.
Seated cross-legged upon the massive boulder, the Golden Crane Great Saint gazed down at Zhao Sheng, gravely cautioning, “…Zhao Kid, remember, although the Supreme Yin Talisman Scripture is a Daluo level Mahayana Immortal Technique, it conceals hidden perils. Do not grow fixated on it. The Supreme… old scoundrel is deviously sly; he did not transmit this core scripture to enlighten sentient beings. Do not succumb to his vicious ploy.”
“Okay.” A look of comprehension appeared on Zhao Sheng's face as he nodded right away.
The Golden Crane Great Saint lifted his eyes to the heavens, a relieved expression slowly emerging, then he sighed deeply, “Ah, after endless years of anticipation, today I at last gain my freedom.”
No sooner had he spoken than the Golden Crane Great Saint reached out, causing the Nine Nether Tower to shift into a sphere of white radiance that descended into his grasp.
The Great Saint scrutinized the Nine Nether Tower briefly before tapping its summit with a finger flick.
Ding!
A subtle quiver passed through the Nine Nether Tower, its surface cracking open in a flash as golden brilliance erupted from inside.
In that instant, the Nine Nether Tower crumbled apart, a torrent of golden light surging out and releasing an ineffable primordial aura.
With lightning reflexes, the Golden Crane Great Saint's right hand darted forth like a thunderbolt, seizing Shuangling’s Remnant Soul on the verge of ripping through the void to flee.
Boom!
A colossal thunderclap boomed across the firmament and earth; the boundless sea, drifting clouds, infinite light wisps, and every existence in this realm halted frozen—even time stood still.
In this suspended moment, solely the Golden Crane Great Saint could stir.
The Golden Crane Great Saint clutched Shuangling’s Remnant Soul firmly, the white light bound to the trailing end of his long braid shining ever more radiantly.
This white light ascended, enveloping the braid first before surging through the Great Saint’s entire frame.
Ultimately, the Golden Crane Great Saint’s form wholly dissolved into blinding white radiance, all funneling toward the Shuangling’s Remnant Soul in his right hand.
As the Thought Realm slowly unraveled, boundless white light streamed into Shuangling’s Remnant Soul.
Through endless scourgings and refinements, Shuangling’s Remnant Soul grew crystalline and sheer. Its innate golden tint gradually compacted into a golden light bead, peeling away from the remnant soul.
This golden light hovered between ethereal glow and solidity, strikingly akin to a spherical golden Golden Core at first look.
Simultaneously, Shuangling’s Remnant Soul polished to flawless smoothness, condensing into an inch-tall crystal “Bead” that flickered with spiritual luster now and then.
“Zhao Sheng, I have purged all prior memories and broken every karmic bond. Honor the vow you swore earlier. Upon my reincarnation's birth, guide it onto the Dao… With my parting thought, I forged the primordial first thread of gold essence. Implant it alongside the Purifying Soul into the reborn body, aiding it to restore the Innate Gold Essence Dao Body… Incidentally, my name is Yuan Hong, and the reincarnation’s surname shall be Yuan as well. Pick a fitting given name…”
Haha… body like imperishable gold, born proud and unyielding. Witnessed the Creation of Heaven and Earth, seen Tribulation and the fall of Dao. Washed off all impurities, returning to origin without decay. A single root of gold essence grows deepest, I have an affinity with the Supreme.”
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Utter stillness blanketed everything, chaos swallowed heaven and earth, unknowable ages slipped by.
Zhao Sheng snapped awake, his awareness surging back.
He blinked open his eyes and scanned about, astonishment flooding his features at once.
The prior instant placed him in the Great Saint Thought Realm; the next hurled him into the Wuxiang Demon Sect Secret Realm.
Zhao Sheng's thoughts churned swiftly, instantly dredging up the Golden Crane Great Saint’s parting words before his transmutation and vanishing.
Right now, Zhao Sheng sensed a faint heaviness in his palms, instinctively casting his gaze downward.
Spreading open his hands, he discovered a “Bead” nestled in each one—the left gleaming radiantly like a Golden Core, the right impeccably pure resembling a Crystal Pearl.
Gazing at the pair of beads, Zhao Sheng heaved a heavy sigh, marveling how mortals could scarcely conceive that a Great Saint of the Ape Clan, rivaling a Daluo Golden Immortal, would ultimately bequeath naught but these “relics.”
After a short contemplation, Zhao Sheng invoked the Western Golden Light Mirror, depositing the Purifying Soul and Gold essence bead inside the Mirror Realm, stowing them away with utmost care.
With that done, he stored the Golden Light Mirror, then promptly settled into a cross-legged posture on the ground, shutting his eyes to meditate and delving into the comprehension and fusion of this heaven-defying fortune.
Nearly a hundred years passed while Zhao Sheng immersed himself in meditation.
In that span of a century, fierce storms and pounding rains relentlessly assaulted the Storm Ocean, deterring almost all creatures from braving this dire forbidden zone.
Added to the profound secrecy shrouding the spiritual realm, the Demon Sect Secret Realm lurking far below the endless sea remained utterly undetectable.
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Time raced onward, a full hundred years vanishing in an instant.
This day, within Late Sun Valley, medicinal fragrances billowed skyward, expansive spirit fields neatly arrayed along the riverbank overflowed with dazzling Spiritual Medicine, vibrant flowers bursting into full bloom and wafting a thick, captivating aroma.
Amid the depths of the spirit field, Wood Spirit huddled within the throng of Six Yang Spirit Flowers, showering plentiful emerald radiance upon the encircling spirit blooms as he grumbled inwardly: “Master, nearly two cycles have passed. Why haven’t you returned? Lately, sneaky fellows have been spying outside the valley, surely after the nearly mature Six Yang Spirit Flower.
Master, if you don’t come back soon, Wood Spirit alone can’t stop those greedy folks outside!”