I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Inside the light gate, ten thousand beams of radiance, auspicious qi in thousands, interwoven into a curtain of divine brilliance, hanging like an inverted heavenly river.

Chen Sheng was the first to step inside, his gaze swept over the depths of the cave abode in that instant; despite enduring numerous cycles of reincarnation, and his Dao Heart as deep as an abyss, a barely perceptible ripple flashed in his eyes.

The treasure vault before him was far more magnificent and grand than he had anticipated!

It was simply a secret realm filled with treasures piled like mountains.

𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Countless high tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures stacked like hills, Tier Seven Spiritual Materials within easy reach, and Tier Eight rare treasures not few, densely crowded treasures interacting, weaving into a vast sea of light.

...

Chen Sheng’s gaze slowly swept across, pondering in his heart:

"A treasure vault of this scale, in comparison to Daoist Monarch Dong Yin’s hidden abode in my previous life, is worth hundreds and thousands of times more..."

"Placed in the dimension I’m in, even a Mahayana Loose Immortal might not have such wealth."

"Split evenly... I indeed feel a little reluctant."

Without any change in expression, he casually glanced at Saint Master Lingxiao beside him.

At this moment, Saint Master Lingxiao followed closely, stepping into the cave, and his Heart Spirit also shook violently!

Though he was already a Great Power half Ancestral, accustomed to worldly rare treasures, the sight of these treasure-filled hills still stirred his emotions, making it difficult to repress.

Suddenly, a treasure herb caught his eye, his gaze instantly riveted, unable to move an inch away.

Focus and carefully discern.

It was an ancient immortal herb resembling ginseng, swirling with seven colors throughout, five-colored clouds entwining its roots, sometimes transforming into a qilin stepping through mist, sometimes into a phoenix soaring the sky, Dao Rhyme emanating, the immortal aura washing over.

His heart burst forth with an almost insane greed, his Heart Spirit roaring madly:

"Indeed! It’s the Ancestral God’s Immortality Herb!"

A legendary supreme treasure that could help a Saint break the shackles of the Ancestral God!

Though he resided as half Ancestral, seemingly only one step away from the Ancestral God, this step was like a vast chasm, entrapping him in endless years, grinding his Dao Heart nearly to collapse, with no confidence remaining.

This item was precisely his sole hope for dreaming of breaking the Great Dao.

"This item, I must obtain it!"

Saint Master Lingxiao’s eyes burned with fervent intensity.

The prior agreement with Chen Sheng to split evenly was merely convenient rhetoric—before heaven-defying opportunities, notions of morality, alliances, and trust had long been cast beyond the nine heavens, rendered nonexistent.

His peripheral vision noticed Chen Sheng was strolling towards the Jade Shelf, seemingly inspecting those Tier Eight Divine Weapons, a sudden fierceness ignited in his eyes, half of his Ancestral Divine Power erupted unreservedly.

A Dao Saber, condensed to the extreme, infused with the lifetime Dao Principle of the half Ancestral, tore through spacetime, silent and swift, piercing directly at Chen Sheng’s heart!

Chen Sheng’s expression remained unchanged, still standing with hands behind, deliberately exposing his back, precisely using himself as bait, luring greed to ensnare itself.

"Acting with justification, indeed, I’m still too benevolent!"

At this moment, the fish finally took the bait.

"Striking first is the iron law of the heavens, yet only when facing lower cultivators would I be so composed."

Without turning back, Chen Sheng’s surrounding rhythm of the Great Dao suddenly surged, an invisible law barrier unfolded with a roar.

Pfft—

Saint Master Lingxiao’s deadly Dao Saber, exerted with the full power of half Ancestral, collided with that barrier, thin as cicada wings yet firm as the heavens’ bulwark, instantly shattering into chaotic bubbles!

The force of violent backlash surged upward, shaking his Saint Foundation to tremble.

Saint Master Lingxiao’s eyes nearly burst, his Divine Soul trembled in shock:

"How is this possible?! Clearly you are only an early-stage Saint!"

Chen Sheng slowly turned his head, his gaze indifferent like an eternal abyss:

"Friend, you’re still too restless!"

"Indeed! Greed has long clouded your Dao Heart and eyes..."

Before finishing his words, he nonchalantly raised a finger.

A strand of pale golden Dao Saber flowed from his fingertip, seemingly ordinary, yet upon release, transformed into a Daoist Sword that transcended past, present, and future, heedless of spacetime distance.

Where the Daoist Sword moved, ten thousand laws yielded, spacetime folded, instantly reaching the center of Saint Master Lingxiao’s brow.

Saint Master Lingxiao was utterly terrified, pouring out Divine Power to form layers of defense, his life-bound treasure soared to protect him, but was torn apart like paper under the Daoist Sword, the treasure’s mournful demise shattered into a sky full of light fragments.

"No! Impossible! Who are you?!"

"Ancestral God?! You’re the Ancestral God!"

He intended to turn and flee, yet his body remained rigidly constricted by a tremendous force, unable to move an inch.

Chen Sheng stepped forward continually, each step unleashing profound Dao Patterns beneath him, the pressure like an abyssal ocean, compressing the cave abode’s void layer by layer, even the Dao Rhyme of heaven and earth bowed in submission.

"Friend, journey well."

With a slight flick of his fingertip, a sweep of his robe, an immense will burst forth, spanning the Vast Continent and covering endless spacetime, instantly connecting all fragments, Dao shadows, residual souls, and contingencies scattered across the Vast belonging to Saint Master Lingxiao.

Whether the core fragment at Lingxiao Sacred City, the Dao shadow projections in ancient domains, or the residual souls entrusted within life-bound instruments, all were locked onto, dragged and obliterated by this great force!

"Senior, spare my life! Junior realizes the mistake!"

Saint Master Lingxiao’s pupils contracted sharply, his face etched with extreme fear; he could clearly feel his lifelong foundation and contingencies being uprooted, leaving no chance of a comeback.

Chen Sheng’s expression was indifferent, his tone akin to a Heavenly Dao verdict:

"After all, you’re a half Ancestral, friend, retain some dignity."

BOOM—!!

Saint Master Lingxiao’s physical form and Divine Soul dissolved inch by inch under the crushing of laws, along with his Dao Foundation, mark, and karma, altogether transforming into rain of light, thoroughly disappearing into the cave void.

Simultaneously, all across the Vast Continent, wherever Saint Master Lingxiao’s will remained, erupted with earth-shaking sounds of collapse.

Lingxiao Sacred City, above the Saint Master’s hall.

The core fragment that presided over ten thousand laws and intimidated all heavens, shattered with a boom, the light dots scattering, its aura completely ceased.

"The Saint Master’s fragment shattered!"

"The Saint Master has met with misfortune!"

"Aura utterly gone! Not even a residual soul left behind!"

Within the Sacred City, countless cultivators panicked, erupting into chaos, the once strictly ordered Holy Land fell into tremendous disorder instantly.

Qing Feng and Ming Yue stood petrified outside the hall, trembling all over, their faces pale as paper, brimming with boundless fear and bewilderment in their hearts.

The sacred banner flapped listlessly, devoid of any authority.

Millions of divine radiances lost control, recklessly crisscrossing above the city, chaos arose, some took advantage to seize treasures, others fled pell-mell.

The vast Lingxiao Sacred City was thrown into upheaval and panic in an instant.

...

Inside the cave abode.

Chen Sheng’s demeanor remained calm, as if merely blowing away a speck of dust, he slowly withdrew his power, the center of his forehead returning to tranquility.

Though his cultivation was merely that of a Saint, his Dao was comparable to an Ancestral God in this realm.

Half Ancestral, after all, were merely Saints!

Eradicating a half Ancestral, settling its karma, to him, was but a lift of the hand.

He turned his gaze to the magnificent treasure vault, his eyes resting upon the Tier Eight Ancestor Soldier, sighing again in his heart:

"The Vast Continent is indeed abundant, merely one supreme Ancestral God possesses such depth! No wonder this place can produce Ancestral Gods, Emperors, races contending for power."

"These Tier Eight Ancestor Soldiers are intrinsically superb; if refined by Immortal Dao methods, they’re no less than Creation Dao Artifacts."

He marveled inwardly, in his past life, his greatest opportunity had been a Creation Dao Artifact, yet here, it’s not uncommon!!