I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 270 - 217: Opening Up the Small Realm

Two hours later, a wisp of pale purple ripple quietly emerged in the void, like a stone thrown into a lake, disappearing in an instant.

Chen Sheng’s figure slowly emerged from the ripple, standing above the sky, surrounded by a nearly transparent void spiritual light.

This is the invisibility technique from the "Void Qi Concealment Skill," which can isolate one’s breath and avoid a cultivator’s divine sense, like a ghost integrated into the world.

"I remember it’s right here!"

Chen Sheng looked down, beneath him was a bustling mortal city, completely different from the scene hundreds of years ago.

At this moment, the streets paved with bluestone were bustling with traffic, vendors carrying goods shouted loudly, children in coarse cloth clothing chased and played at alley entrances, and the signs of restaurants swayed in the wind, exuding the aroma of wine and food.

This city is the capital city of the secular Tang Dynasty. Although it’s rare to see cultivator’s spirit light surrounding it, it exuded a strong sense of worldly life.

"A secular dynasty, yet it has a bit of vitality."

Chen Sheng murmured in his heart, his divine sense slowly spreading like a tide. The light golden divine sense waves spread from him in all directions, every alley, and every house in the city clearly reflected in his sea of consciousness.

In just an instant, the divine sense covered a radius of a thousand miles—for a Nascent Soul True Monarch, such a range of exploration was just a matter of raising a hand, and this vaguely exceeded the borders of Tang Country, encompassing the entire kingdom with his divine sense.

The divine sense swept over the central imperial palace of the capital, where the high palace walls stood, and the glazed tiles glimmered with a golden hue under the sunlight.

In the depths of the palace, several cultivators wearing cyan Daoist robes were meditating, surrounded by faint fluctuations of spiritual Qi—at a late-stage Qi Refining level, they should be the cultivators tributed by the Tang Dynasty.

Chen Sheng’s divine sense did not linger too long, only lightly brushing over the library pavilion of the imperial palace, quickly capturing key clues from a roll of yellowed scrolls.

"Imperial Mausoleum? Great Tang?"

Chen Sheng’s lips slightly raised, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. This secular small kingdom was built by the descendants of the Tang Clan, who he specifically looked out for when he left Chu Country five hundred years ago.

When he left Chu Country, he came to mourn his children and spouse of his second life and gifted the then Tang Clan leader, Tang Xinzu, a scroll of Tier Two Alchemy inheritance.

It was this scroll of inheritance that made Tang Xinzu the first Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Tang Clan and allowed the Tang Clan to evolve from an ordinary Qi Cultivation Clan to a Noble Family with successive generations of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

After obtaining the inheritance, Tang Xinzu searched through the Tang Clan genealogy, trying to find records related to the elder who granted him the technique, but found nothing.

Latterly, after breaking through to Foundation Establishment, he vaguely realized that the "senior" who taught him the Alchemy Dao was no mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, and held him in greater reverence.

Because of this reverence, Tang Xinzu pondered Chen Sheng’s words repeatedly, remembering firmly the phrase, "The Tang Clan’s ancestral tomb is well built!"

Consequently, to protect the burial site of the Tang Clan ancestors, he had people establish a kingdom there, designating the burial site as the imperial mausoleum, guarded by the power of the entire kingdom.

This kind of action, "for the sake of a jar of vinegar, wrapped a plate of dumplings," led to the scene Chen Sheng saw today!

"Five hundred years have passed, and the Tang Clan is doing quite well."

Chen Sheng nodded lightly, not surprised. In the cultivation realm, though danger lurks around every corner, a well-managed Foundation Establishment family that lasts a thousand years is not uncommon.

Especially a family like the Tang Clan, which possesses Tier Two Alchemy inheritance, a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s two hundredth birthday, five hundred years is merely two or three generations!

With a flicker of his body, he appeared instantly in the depths of the imperial mausoleum.

The imperial mausoleum was located on the plains at the core of the capital city, guarded by the forbidden army. Inside, the tomb was built with huge stones engraved with Tang Country’s unique blessings runes.

Chen Sheng did not alert anyone, he went straight to the deepest chamber of the mausoleum, where he saw a few tombstones with familiar names engraved on them—"Huang Wangyou," "Tang Xichen," "Tang Yun," "Qin Yuan,"...

Old friends had long passed, leaving only clothing and crowns in the tombs for people to pay their respects. Images of the past resurfaced in his mind, filling Chen Sheng with an indescribable grief.

He slowly walked to Huang Wangyou’s tomb, his gaze falling on the two words "Wangyou" on the tombstone, murmuring in his heart:

"It’s been five hundred years, I have cultivated to Nascent Soul, and I have returned again, Wangyou."

The burial chamber was quiet, with only the faint sound of air currents reverberating, as if responding to his whispers.

After standing still for a moment, Chen Sheng suppressed the emotions in his heart, just then, his divine sense suddenly stirred—a faint but distinct spatial fluctuation came from two hundred miles away.

His heart tightened, his figure instantly merging into the void, and in the next moment appeared in a valley two hundred miles away.

The valley was filled with dense green pines, but at the center of the valley’s void was a special node, going through a violent spatial tidal change.

In the surrounding void, countless small spatial bubbles appeared like soap bubbles, some collapsing as soon as they took shape, turning into wisps of void energy, others causing tiny spatial vibrations when they collapsed, slightly distorting the branches and leaves of the surrounding pine trees.

Even more so, some of them emitted a faint black rift upon annihilation, like the eye of the void opening, only to close and disappear in an instant.

This special node was the perfect choice for array formation that Chen Sheng had been desperately seeking.

Looking at the void spiritual light in the center of the valley, Chen Sheng was suddenly moved—Huang Wangyou’s cenotaph rested in the imperial mausoleum, and this spatial node happened to be located two hundred miles from the imperial mausoleum, as if specially prepared for him.