I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

The end of an era.

No sun or moon in rotation, no stars shining.

The mother river of chaos, a terrifying aura spreads across the heavens and earth, boundless and infinite, leaving only endless darkness and deathly silence between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

A muffled roar came from the depths of the mother river.

Buzzzz~~

Following closely was the trembling sound of the world’s membrane tearing apart.

The barrier of a world was torn into countless shreds by turbulent air currents, slowly dissolving in the aura of catastrophe, returning to nothingness.

Within this void of silence and destruction, a mighty vessel slowly appeared.

It was like a moving Immortal Mountain, its entire body surrounded by faint glazed immortal light, steadily sailing through the turbid waves of the mother river of chaos, neither hurried nor delayed, bearing the last hope of this era.

[Other Shore Immortal Vessel], an artifact of the Heda Realm, it brought together the essence of all realms and carried an aura of transcending catastrophe.

The aura of catastrophe raging in the mother river crashed against the glazed light shield of the immortal vessel like tidal waves.

"Swoosh..."

After a subtle sound, the violent aura of catastrophe slipped silently over the smooth glaze like dust.

Not leaving a trace, the only evidence was a flash of extremely faint light on the glazed shield, disappearing instantly, as if just brushing away a particle of dust.

Inside the vessel, a scene of solemnity and oppression prevailed.

In the spacious central cabin, a group of Great Powers sat cross-legged.

Some had white hair hanging over their shoulders, some were covered in armor, some had Daoist robes whiter than snow, each person’s aura profound yet intricately interconnected.

Wisps of immortal power intertwined, forming a vast Grand Array spanning space and enveloping the entire cabin.

Dao Pattern like an ocean, densely populating the surface of the array, rotating with an ancient and mysterious luster.

"Array Nine! Everyone together!"

Buzz!

Immortal light cascaded down from the array like a waterfall, flowing around each Great Power, making the entire cabin resemble an immortal realm.

To manipulate and control this Heda-level Other Shore Immortal Vessel, mere individual power is insufficient.

It requires the collective strength of all Great Powers present, united in purpose, indispensable!

After a long silence, an elderly Immortal Emperor slowly spoke:

"I hope... we can succeed."

As soon as his words fell, a Great Power in Golden Armor spoke aloud:

"Don’t worry, we definitely can."

"After all, this is an Heda-level immortal vessel, forged from the essence of all heavens, mere aura of catastrophe cannot hinder us."

Yet, before he finished speaking, a long, heavy sigh echoed slowly within the cabin.

"Alas—"

It was a Female Immortal speaking:

"Unfortunately... we are not disciples of the Supreme Dao."

With one sentence.

The entire cabin fell into dead silence.

Previously, above the mother river of chaos, a world-shocking phenomenon emerged.

Chen Sheng achieved the Dao at Xuanpin, the Dao sound permeating through all time and space of the mother river, imprinting all voids!

Every Great Power sensed it, aware that finally, at the end of this era, the first Heda-level being was born.

This being transcended the era, overpowering all heavens!

If they could attach themselves to such a being, even as slaves or servants, as long as they could endure this catastrophe, endless possibilities awaited them in the future.

This was far more reliable than relying on a cold immortal vessel.

Moreover, perhaps the Xuanpin Dao Sovereign could offer them some guidance, allowing them to glimpse the mysteries of the Heda Realm, even ascending to higher realms after the catastrophe.

Yet reality dealt them a heavy blow.

Even though they had already lowered themselves, prepared to become beasts of burden and bow their heads in submission, there was still no opportunity given by that being.

Shortly after the phenomenon of Dao attainment passed, all disciples, adherents, and confidants of the Supreme Dao transformed into trails of rainbow light, piercing the sky of the mother river of chaos.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

In a moment, they vanished without a trace, disappearing into the depths of chaos, not leaving a single breath.

Even the Immortal Emperors present could not capture any trace, as though those individuals had never appeared.

Original Immortal Emperor sighed inwardly:

"Truly... one attains Dao, and even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

...

Among the crowd.

A figure in a grey robe just sat quietly cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, his aura unfathomable, beyond anyone’s probing.

Lei Lin Mason!

Or Gu Yeo Ming!

Listening to everyone’s words, his thoughts had long flown back to his previous life.

In the past life, he and Chen Sheng were rivals, ultimately falling in a peak confrontation.

He thought, in this life, they would meet at the pinnacle again for a showdown!

Yet he never imagined, that at the end of this era, the other would directly attain Dao and transcend, ascending to the heavens in one step.

No longer granting the qualification to compete alongside him.

From the depths of his heart, a cold voice rang out, unyieldingly:

"In my lifetime... never weaker than others!"

Time, silently passed amidst the void and suppression.

"Tick-tock..."

The subtle sound was exceptionally clear within the silent cabin.

Suddenly, a Great Power’s body trembled violently, an endless sorrow appeared in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the chaotic mother river outside the cabin, sighing softly, his voice hoarse to the point of barely audible:

"My home world... has completely perished."

This sentence acted like a fuse, igniting a chain reaction.

"Mine... mine too..."

"Just now, I felt the breath of my home world, completely dissipated..."

"My homeland... gone..."

"Those mortals of the lower world, those fellow cultivators... all gone..."

Laments rose and fell, echoing throughout the cabin.

Without the protection of these Great Powers, the homeworlds attached to them could only gradually wither.

Finally, they become nothing more than a wisp of dust in the chaotic mother river.

"The cycle of creation, dwelling, decay, emptiness, the Heavenly Dao rotates, we also... are powerless."

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