I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 389 - 316: A Desperate Gamble
Chen Sheng looked at the restriction runes flowing on his Primordial Spirit, then looked at the undeniable determination in his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his hand. A soft light blue Spirit Light appeared in the palm of his hand.
Within the Spirit Light, countless tiny runes flowed, sparkling like stars in the night sky; it was the Invisibility Secret Technique of the Four Seas Wanderer.
"Since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t stop you,"
Chen Sheng flicked his fingertips, and the light blue Spirit Light transformed into a stream of light, landing steadily on Chen Xihua’s forehead:
"This is the Invisibility Secret Technique, created by the Refining Void Great Power who established the Four Seas Grotto Heaven. It is designed to conceal one’s aura and evade detection."
Chen Xihua felt a warmth at his forehead, and countless mysteries of the secret technique surged into his sea of consciousness. He closed his eyes to meditate for a moment, and surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Such a marvelous secret technique!"
Chen Xihua opened his eyes and couldn’t help but praise. He tried to operate the secret technique, and his green-gray Daoist robe was instantly covered with a layer of faint green Spirit Light.
His entire aura started to merge with an ancient pine next to the Enlightenment Platform. Without careful discernment, it would be impossible to notice that there was a Late Stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator hidden here.
"This technique can achieve the realm of ’concealing within heaven and earth’, far superior to any top-notch technique I know of!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng also remembered the scene from his past life where Chen Xihua taught him the secret technique.
"With the help of this secret technique, along with my soon-to-breakthrough Divinity Transformation Perfection cultivation and the escape speed of the Path of Void Destruction Sword..."
A hint of confidence flashed in Chen Xihua’s eyes. He waved his hand, and faint void ripples emanated around him. His figure left an afterimage in place and instantly appeared several zhang away.
"As long as I don’t face Void Refining cultivators directly, even if I encounter their Yang Spirit detection, I have a sliver of hope."
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Spirit Realm Three Extremes Domain, Bai Chu Sect.
In Jingxin Pavilion, Bai Changqing sat cross-legged at the center of the Star Map Calculation Array, his head full of disheveled white hair, his eyes bloodshot and radiating a nearly devouring light.
A star map about a zhang wide floated in front of him, with countless points of light flickering; each point representing a void coordinate.
Bai Changqing’s fingertips continuously flicked out golden Spirit Light, which hammered onto the star map like a torrential downpour, causing the star map to tremble violently, with its points of light trembling chaotically.
He hoarsefully roared:
"Why can’t I find it? Why!"
The golden Spirit Light suddenly surged, even burning a scorched black hole in the star map.
But he was oblivious, still madly urging his mana to calculate. His Yang Spirit trembled violently in his sea of consciousness, causing even his Dao Domain to ripple unstably.
Who could have thought that the Bai Chu Sect’s former senior, who once exuded such steady demeanor, would now degenerate to such a state?
He had already come to terms with the end of his lifespan, and if not for the glimmer of hope from the Celestial Abyss Realm coordinates, he could have willingly surrendered himself to death amidst the incense offerings of the sect.
But with hope reignited only to be swiftly extinguished, the despair from falling from the clouds to the abyss completely dragged him into a mire of madness.
During the initial few decades, he personally led teams to conduct searches, spreading his Dao Domain wide, plowing the Huangqiu Plain over and over, not leaving even the gaps in void rifts unchecked.
The stockpiled detection talismans in the sect were consumed completely, even alarming several neighboring human race sects. Yet Daoist Life-Annihilating and Chen Xihua seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace behind.
Later, he changed his strategy, setting up a network with false openings yet tight interiors, deliberately spreading the rumor that Bai Chu Sect had given up on the search, dispersing the outer disciples but leaving core secret agents in concealment.
But after waiting another hundred years, not even a shadow was found, nor had there been any covert attacks targeting the Bai Chu Sect.
Having reached this point, he finally had to accept a harsh reality—that those two had broken through the encirclement as far back as two hundred years ago.
His two hundred years had ultimately been in vain!
Outside the pavilion, Chu Renxiong, wearing a soil-colored Daoist robe, looked at the distorted Spirit Light within Jingxin Pavilion, his eyes filled with sighs.
He had known Bai Changqing for ten thousand years, both as a mentor and friend.
Back when he was still a newly initiated Loose Cultivator in Divinity Transformation, it was Bai Changqing who went against the objections of others to bring him into the sect and even protected him with his own Dao Domain during his Void Refining Celestial Tribulation.
Watching the elder brother who once supported him fall into madness, he truly couldn’t bear it!
After hesitating for a long while, he finally decided to enter, with earth element magical power quietly spreading out, gently wrapping around the trembling star map to slightly calm Bai Changqing’s out-of-control mana.
Chu Renxiong’s voice was low and gentle, like snow melting in spring:
"Brother Dao, take a rest. If you continue like this, your Yang Spirit might get damaged."
Bai Changqing suddenly raised his head, the madness in his eyes slightly receding. Upon recognizing the visitor, he dejectedly lowered his arms, the golden Spirit Light dissipated, and the star map slowly drifted down.
"It’s Renxiong..."
He smiled bitterly, with a trace of black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth—a repercussion from forcibly mobilizing his Yang Spirit for deductions.
"I am unwilling... I have less than three hundred years of lifespan left. If I can’t capture those two, am I really going to die in such an oblivious manner?"
Chu Renxiong sat down beside him and took out a piece of Warm Jade from his Storage Ring, handing it to him:
"Brother Dao, I understand your obsession, but blindly searching is futile. Recently, I got some news—the Celestial Capital Auction will be held in fifty years."
"According to reliable sources, the finale item of this auction is a precise coordinate of a yet-to-be-developed Small Thousand World."
Bai Changqing’s pupils suddenly contracted, then dimmed again:
"Coordinates for a Small Thousand World are priced in billions of Dao Crystals. What would we use to bid?"
"Use this."
Chu Renxiong flipped his hand, revealing a palm-sized yellow void domain projection in his palm.
Within the void domain, mountains, rivers, and spirit veins could be vaguely seen flowing—it was the Void Realm he had spent ten thousand years of effort to establish.
After comprehending the Dao Domain in Void Refining, a Yang Spirit is born, allowing impressions to be left in the Great Void, establishing a channel, and opening one’s own Void Realm.
If one can ascend to Integration Dharma Master, this void realm can evolve into the embryonic form of a Small Thousand World, considered the foundation of a Void Refining Cultivator.
Chu Renxiong added:
"And all the accumulated resources of Bai Chu Sect over ten thousand years—disciples, spiritual ores, scriptures—sell everything... exhausting everything we both have to obtain these coordinates."
Bai Changqing gently shook his head:
"How could that be? The foundation our two clans created over tens of thousands of years cannot just be abandoned, let alone your Void Realm..."
Nonetheless, Chu Renxiong spoke with firm resolve, without a trace of hesitation:
"Brother Dao, this is not a momentary impulse. I am only six thousand years away from the next Dao Tribulation, with less than a ten percent chance of success."
"Rather than desperately holding on for a few thousand more years, it’s better to fight alongside you!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"If we can succeed in descending realms and seize the source of the Small Thousand World, both of us will have a chance to break through to the mid-stage of Void Refining and extend our life spans by tens of thousands of years, and all the foundation can be rebuilt."
"If we fail, we can simply resolve to dissolve and reincarnate together—having a companion on the journey is better than withering away alone."
Bai Changqing’s hand holding the Warm Jade trembled violently, with murky old tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks and dripping onto the scorched hole in the star map.
After knowing each other for ten thousand years, they were already as close as brothers, yet he never imagined Chu Renxiong would gamble on his cultivation foundation for him.
The madness in his heart ebbed like the tide, replaced by a surge of warmth, with reason and determination once more gathering in his eyes.
He clenched his fist tightly, pressing the Warm Jade against his chest, his Yang Spirit’s tremble gradually settling and his Dao Domain recalibrating.
"Good! What a brotherly conspiracy!"
Bai Changqing’s voice was no longer hoarse, carrying a decisive resolute tone:
"Then let’s bet our Void Realms, liquidate the sect’s assets! In fifty years, at the auction, we will fight with all we’ve got!"
