Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 1581 - 853: One Stroke Cannot Write Two ’Zhao’ Characters (Part 2)
Zhao Sheng gently tossed the ancient bell in his hand, and the Qinghuang Bell soared into the sky. A slightly ethereal phoenix light shadow danced and fluttered around the bell, gradually dragging out dazzling beams of light.
The True Spirit Phoenix circled the bell more than a dozen times before suddenly diving into it and disappearing.
Suddenly, the Qinghuang Bell’s sound intensified, radiating an even brighter and purer glory than before.
At this moment, the cracks on the outer wall of this Treasure Bell had healed more than half, and the missing parts had reduced by three places, giving the impression of being reborn.
Zhao Sheng clearly sensed that the True Spirit within this bell was unusually elated and joyous. The bell’s sound continued, and waves of subtle law fluctuations spread throughout the entire Blessed Land Space along with the sound.
Zhao Sheng smiled slightly, then suddenly extended his hand, and the Qinghuang Bell abruptly flew down, obediently landing in his hand.
Subsequently, with a flick of his wrist, the Qinghuang Bell instantly vanished into the sleeve, disappearing from sight.
Zhao Sheng stretched his body, then slowly closed his eyes and entered meditation, arriving instantly at the Purple Mansion Soul Sea.
In the Upper Sky of the Soul Sea, an image of "Zhao Sheng" that was indistinguishable from the real person suddenly opened its eyes, its gaze like lightning, instantly illuminating this realm.
At the same moment, with a subtle thought, the depths of the Soul Sea immediately responded.
Soon, the Hundred Generations Book slowly rose from the sea surface, eventually coming to rest before him.
Zhao Sheng looked at it, and the Hundred Generations Book gently opened, with a broken and worn pen flying out from between the book pages, voluntarily landing in his hand.
Upon contact, the Broken Pen suddenly conveyed a subtly intimate feeling.
With a solemn expression, Zhao Sheng held the lower end of the Broken Pen with his right hand, gently lowering the pen tip toward the first page.
As the pen tip touched the page, all the memory fragments of the first life transformed into countless invisible threads, silently wrapping around the pen tip.
Guided by the spirit light within the void, Zhao Sheng gently turned his wrist, the pen tip turning from dense to faint:
One stroke,
Two strokes,
Three strokes,
...
Time seemed to pass by for countless years, yet it also seemed like just a moment.
As Zhao Sheng lifted his wrist from the page, his Primordial Spirit flickered between brightness and dark, appearing slightly ethereal and dim.
Zhao
In the center of the book page, there was a perfectly complete "Zhao" character.
Despite his spirit nearing exhaustion, upon seeing the words on the page, Zhao Sheng felt an immense sense of satisfaction and joy arise in his heart.
Just then, the "Zhao" character quietly dissolved, transforming into countless white lights, permeating the entire book page.
A second later, line after line of text suddenly emerged on the page:
[Chen Daxing] Life Span: 127, Mixed Spirit Root, born in Tianzhu Realm
[Mo Jiu] Life Span: 36, Pseudo Spirit Root, born in Tianzhu Realm
[Zhao Lao Nian] Life Span: 48, No Spirit Root, born in Tianzhu Realm
[Zhao Xiaoni] Life Span: 23, No Spirit Root, born in Tianzhu Realm
[Xin Yuanting] Life Span: ...
...
When the white light dissipated, there were now ninety-three lines of text on the page, each line representing a person.
Looking at the ninety-three names, a sudden burst of inspiration flashed through Zhao Sheng’s mind, overwhelming him with an indescribable emotion.
These "people" were all his bloodline descendants, the progeny of his first life!
At this moment, he didn’t know how to describe his inner shock.
No, something was wrong!
Zhao Sheng suddenly discovered a discrepancy.
If the "people" shown on the page were all his bloodline descendants,
Then, by extrapolating this to the second, third, and fourth lives... up to the previous life, then the bloodline descendants of the next seven lives would also be descendants of the first life.
The sheer number of his bloodline descendants accumulated over lifetimes would be in the tens of billions, it’s impossible to have only ninety-three.
Why did the page of the first life show only ninety-three "people"?
Zhao Sheng’s thoughts surged like a tide, with countless hypotheses flooding his mind, yet none could perfectly explain this "irrational" phenomenon.
Desiring more clues, he ignored the weakness of his Primordial Spirit, immediately turning the Hundred Generations Book to the second page.
But as he grasped the Broken Pen, a sudden tremor ran through his Primordial Spirit, instantly spawning a severe premonition of danger.
Instinctively, Zhao Sheng released the Broken Pen, then summoned the Southern Haoyang Mirror with a thought.
The Haoyang Treasure Mirror quickly radiated dazzling brilliance. The mirror surface rippled slightly, expelling more than thirty High-grade Treasure Pills from within.
Zhao Sheng opened his mouth and inhaled, all the Treasure Pills falling into his mouth, swiftly converting into immense medicinal power, merging into his Primordial Spirit.
Months swiftly passed.
On this day, Zhao Sheng returned to his peak state.
Once more, he gripped the lower end of the Broken Pen, the pen tip touching the page surface, writing the "Zhao" character with each stroke.
Before long, the same scene unfolded again.
White light flooded the page, bringing numerous names to life on the page.
Yet this time, the number of "names" on the page was far fewer than in the previous life.
As the white light dissipated, there were only eight "people" on the page.
[Li Zhongshu] Life Span: 27, No Spirit Root, born in Tianzhu Realm
[Li Yiming] Life Span: 53, No Spirit Root, born in Tianzhu Realm.
[Ren You] Life Span: ...
...
Gazing at the nine names, a glimmer of strange light flickered in Zhao Sheng’s eyes.
These nine "descendants" all bore different surnames, not a single one had the surname Zhao. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Recalling the second life, he was an Innate Grandmaster with ten children and over a hundred grandchildren in his lifetime, more than twice his progeny during the first life.
However, compared to the first life, the bloodline of the second life was nearly extinct, lacking even a family member, which was pitiful to the extreme.
Sigh!
A soft sigh spread throughout the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, Zhao Sheng released the Broken Pen, letting it fly back to the bottom of the book page.
The Hundred Generations Book closed shut, then slowly sank to the depths of the Soul Sea, falling silent again.
Once more, Zhao Sheng summoned the Haoyang Mirror, extracting a dozen or so High-grade Treasure Pills used to nourish the Primordial Spirit, slowly refining them into the Primordial Spirit.
...
Above the Source Crystal Lotus Platform of the Jade Void Spirit Pond, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, immediately engulfed in a large swath of colorful radiance.
Rumble...
The spirit cloud permeating the Blessed Land gathered from all directions, swiftly caught up in the colorful radiance, crazily pouring into Zhao Sheng’s body.
In no time, the immense nature’s spiritual energy transformed into droplets of Returning Void Power, plummeting into the depths of the Magic Power Sea within the Qi Sea.
As time passed, the spiritual energy of the Blessed Land became thinner day by day, and the liquid spiritual water in the spirit pond also gradually decreased,
The Mystic Origin Pearl on the Dew Plate beside the pool not only didn’t enlarge, but shrank considerably.
Several days later, a long howl suddenly echoed through the grotto haven of the Blessed Land.
Zhao Sheng stood up, abruptly tearing the void ahead, then took a step into the Dark Sky, disappearing without a trace.
...
Not long after, a tall figure appeared in mid-air above the Divine Continent, with an endless sea of clouds beneath his feet.
Zhao Sheng gazed toward the horizon, just in time to see a Great Sun piercing through the Cloud Sea, its sunlight cascading down, painting the sky with layers of golden cloud mist.
The Gang Wind was fierce, occasionally tearing apart the thick clouds, and through the sparse mist, he could see an expansive and boundless, vibrant and thriving continent.
Zhao Sheng looked down at the Divine Land Ancestral Land below, his Divine Thought scattering with the wind, silently expanding in all directions.
A few breaths later, his Divine Thoughts covered a domain of ninety thousand miles, an area far exceeding that of others in the same realm who were Returning to Void.
A moment later, a trace of astonishment flashed in Zhao Sheng’s eyes, and he whispered in realization: "So it is... indeed!"
By this moment, he had discovered that the Divine Land Ancestral Land and the heavens and earth were mutually "repelling".
It was precisely because the "repelling" force was unimaginably strong, that it propped up this vast Divine Land.
At this moment, he had already guessed what had lifted this Divine Land.
No wonder... the Ten Lands Zhao Clan had a renowned reputation in the Taiyi Spirit Realm, anyone who saw this Floating Continent couldn’t help but exclaim, "miracle".
Zhao Sheng closed his eyes, pushing his Divine Thought and Will Heart Light to the extreme, striving to sense the elusive yet omnipresent gravitational forces of space-time.
After a long while, he finally pinpointed the frequency of the gravitational pull and detected the "abnormal fluctuations" emanating from a certain part of the Divine Land.
The next instant, Zhao Sheng’s figure flashed, shifting through the void, and disappearing into thin air.
...
At the center of the Divine Continent, the surrounding terrain was high with a central depression, forming a vast ocean spanning tens of thousands of miles.
In the depths of the ocean, hundreds of islands were scattered sporadically. The spiritual energy here was thin, with no exceedingly powerful demon birds and sea beasts present.
Some islands were populated, but the number of islanders was small, with most being mere mortals.
Any islander with cultivation potential sought every means to escape this hopeless sea area.
In a sudden instant,
Zhao Sheng appeared out of thin air above this sea area.
