Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1107 - 537: Six Paths Reincarnation Scripture, Reincarnation

Dense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi saturates the region, establishing it as an exceptional cultivation haven.

"As the named disciple of the Lord Sect Master, though you've only embarked on your cultivation path and lack complete acknowledgment from the Sect Master."

"Nonetheless, you'll enjoy privileges matching those of a true disciple."

"This mountain peak stands as your personal domain."

"The whole mountain falls under your authority, barring outsiders unless you permit entry."

"The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi concentration here hits Tier Four."

"For a cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage like you, it's plenty sufficient."

"To claim a superior cultivation spot, you'll need to advance your cultivation further."

Ya Zhao Lin declared in a resonant tone.

A Cultivation Technique secret realm, a dwelling, and assorted cultivation resources stood ready for this disciple.

After all, as the Sect Master's named disciple, such perks far surpassed those of regular disciples.

"Understood, Mr. Ya."

Deep emotion surged through Chu Qiudao, who mused: so this is the advantage of powerful backing? It truly sets itself apart from his past ordeals.

Memories of countless past reincarnations flooded back, each life fraught with hardship.

He groveled endlessly, trading his pride for scraps.

Yet the gains remained pitifully meager.

Only relentless breakthroughs in cultivation restored fragments of his honor.

How could that pale against the lavish welcome he now received from the outset?

It rivaled the status of a great clan's direct heir.

This reincarnation felt like a complete reversal of fortune.

"One more thing, Mr. Ya."

"Am I able to head back to the Northern Continent?"

Chu Qiudao ventured to ask.

Truth be told, the Northern Continent held no special pull for him.

Cultivation pursuits made any location interchangeable.

Yet after lingering there so long, to minimize recovery time across reincarnations, he had stashed treasure troves throughout its territories.

Locating them would grant instant access to fortunes amassed over previous lives.

For his current self, those riches amounted to vast fortunes.

Without returning, they'd vanish forever.

"No need for concern on that front."

"Soon, the Lord Sect Master will erect the Heaven-Reaching Bridge upon the Northern Continent."

"Then, travel there freely as you wish."

Ya Zhao Lin clarified.

Curiosity about the Northern Continent stirred within it too, a place it had never explored.

Fortuitous paths might await it there.

Still, absent the Heaven-Reaching Bridge from the Lord Sect Master, patience remained necessary.

"Got it."

Chu Qiudao nodded in understanding.

He recalled this Primordial Talisman Sect specialty: Heaven-Reaching Bridge Talismans enabled bridges spanning Void Realm voids, swiftly connecting distant realms.

Sect cultivators could teleport across myriad Void Realm sites.

Rumors swirled of their merchant guilds sprouting everywhere for boundless trade.

Yearly hauls of immense wealth followed.

Boom~~

Suddenly, the nearby void quaked violently.

A colossal whale materialized, hovering amid the skies.

Its immense bulk eclipsed heavens, shrouding the sun.

Void runes etched its hide, radiating profound mystery.

Its arrival froze the void, sending shivers through the surroundings.

"What's going on?"

Witnessing this awe-inspiring terror descend, Chu Qiudao froze in shock, reduced to insignificance like an ant. A mere exhalation from it could pulverize him to oblivion.

How could such a monstrosity invade a human sect's domain?!

"Lord Ming."

Spotting the divine entity, Ya Zhao Lin brimmed with thrill, kowtowing in utmost devotion.

The visitor was none other than Little Kunpeng Ming.

Through years of maturation, its cultivation soared to Void Refining Level.

Its bloodline potency swelled unceasingly.

A few Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects would pave the path to Integration Level.

"Where's the Sect Master?"

Little Kunpeng Ming inquired.

"Lord Ming, the Sect Master cultivates in the Central Land."

Ya Zhao Lin replied without delay.

"Hmm."

Little Kunpeng Ming offered no more, its form quivering before vanishing swiftly.

It sought only Jiang Fan's exact whereabouts.

Word had reached it of Jiang Fan pinpointing the Northern Continent.

Thus, it yearned to scour that land for prospects.

Inherited memories recalled its father's void nest there.

Securing it promised ample resources till Mahayana.

Little Kunpeng Ming's presence faded rapidly.

The void flows normalized instantly.

"Mr. Ya, what was that entity?"

Chu Qiudao rasped out.

"No need to fret over it."

"It's another supreme power in our sect."

Ya Zhao Lin offered no deeper insight.

For low-realm cultivators in the Primordial Talisman Sect, Little Kunpeng Ming lay beyond grasp.

Excess knowledge brought no boon.

"Yes."

A gleam ignited in Chu Qiudao's gaze.

Though Mr. Ya withheld details, convictions brewed within him.

True Spirit!

Undoubtedly a True Spirit!

The recognition stemmed from past dealings with the Northern Continent's Nine Great True Spirit Clans.

He had even commanded hordes of cultivators storming a True Spirit Clan's sacred ground.

There, a True Spirit cadaver had awed him profoundly, unlike any prior encounter.

Legends claimed this True Spirit perished eons ago, mere fossilized remains.

Yet decay evaded it; vital blood lingered.

Harnessing that corpse sustained the True Spirit Clans across millions of years.

If death yielded such dread, a live one's might defied comprehension.

Chu Qiudao presumed Void Realm True Spirits extinct since Ancient times.

Never dreaming another endured.

Who foresaw beholding a living True Spirit in the Primordial Talisman Sect?

Unfathomable.

Moreover, the True Spirit's bearing suggested equality with his master.

No—slightly inferior.

Ancient True Spirits exuded supremacy and arrogance; submission to humans seemed impossible.

His master's feat stunned beyond measure.

Sensing his master's prowess eclipsed mere Void Refining.

"Does he know of my Ten Thousand Lives Reincarnation gift?"

Sudden alarm gripped Chu Qiudao, panic flickering.

This secret defined him utterly.

No soul had ever learned it; he shared with none.

He deemed it forever concealed.

Now, exposure loomed possible.

Genius abounded; hidden talents lurked everywhere.

"Still, my gift's uniqueness means even discovery changes little."

"Worst case, it's death."

Chu Qiudao inhaled deeply, regaining composure.

Even if his master detected the talent, harm seemed unlikely.

Slaying him offered no gain to such a power.

Alliance promised greater yields.

Perhaps this motivated the discipleship.

Though mere conjecture.

Maybe the talent escaped notice, the Ten Thousand Lives Reincarnation unknown.

Paranoia might plague him mildly.