I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 633: Chapter 490: Half-Human, Half-God, and Half-Immortal

Celestial Abyss Realm, Nanzhou Ancient City.

Since leaving Mang Mountain, Chen Sheng unknowingly arrived here.

The market fires gradually rise with the morning sun, and various vendor calls resound.

"Freshly cooked sugar cakes! Sweet, glutinous, and fragrant, one penny for two!"

"Fresh vegetables! Water celery with morning dew, ladies have a look!"

"Sharpening scissors—sharpening kitchen knives—"

"Young sir, hold on! High-quality brush and ink from Huizhou, perfect for writing and painting!"

In the air, the white vapor from steamers and the fragrant aroma of deep-fried foods accentuate the lively and vibrant atmosphere of the market.

Chen Sheng, dressed in a plain blue long robe, with just a wooden hairpin in his hair, transformed into a common exam candidate, walked leisurely through the crowd.

His posture was upright like a pine tree, and his gaze swept over the many things around him.

"The world of the streets, the joys and sorrows, the daily necessities... looking at a century, they are but illusions and fleeting reflections in the bustling world."

In the next moment, a breeze blew through, lifting the wine flags beside the street, carrying the fragrance of grains and the warmth of market fires, wafting into his nose.

He slowly exhaled, murmuring to himself:

"Even if everything returns to emptiness, what lies before me holds no falsehood."

"Whether it be immortals or wanderers, through the long years or a single glorious moment, everyone has their way of living."

"I have cultivated for so long that I’ve gradually forgotten the taste of being a mortal."

"Perhaps that Daoist Monarch in the heart-like realm felt something similar, hence opened this heart path."

"My true self grasps the Array Dao, and Hongsheng deduces the others; my presence in this realm can be seen as fate, a true illusion of mind... as they say, the mortal world tempers the heart!"

"This realm is where I rise, and the mortal world can refine my heart; the past years, too, were like this."

As the thought flashed across, his will flowed like water through his limbs, merging into the worldly atmosphere around him.

The stone slabs beneath his feet were cool, the vendor calls in his ears were vivid, and the scent of soy milk from a breakfast stall lingered around his nose.

These mundane sensations gradually knocked upon his increasingly indifferent heart!

He has cultivated to date, transcending six lives of reincarnation.

The long years are enough to erode mountains and change countless dynasties; his mind has already transformed layer by layer in countless enlightenments, magical combats, births, and deaths.

In the sea of knowledge, six lifetimes of memories slowly unfold like a scroll, clear and discernible.

In the first life, he was a worldly prince, without a spiritual root, unfamiliar with immortal arts, yet raised a hundred sons and thousand grandsons, experiencing worldly wealth in court and market fires, ultimately passing away naturally and carefree in the bustling world.

Chen Sheng sighed internally, his eyes flashing with a trace of reminiscence:

"At that time, though there was no hope for the immortal path, all life’s emotions were vivid enough."

In the second life, he was a small Qi Refining cultivator in the market, without background, lacking resources, yet met kind elders, apprenticed under a strict master to learn Dao, accompanied by a childhood companion, and raised a son and daughter; the first half of his life was full of warmth and happiness.

But the heavens are unpredictable; in the latter half of his life, his kin were dispersed, a deep vendetta lingered, and the regret and pain remain heartfelt, still lingering in the depths of his sea of knowledge.

"That life, the pain was real, the warmth was real; compared to the later longevity, it felt more like living."

In the third life, he wholeheartedly pursued Dao, diligently cultivated, inheriting the foundation of past lives, joining Qinghua Sect, practising under a son, accumulating resources step by step, deeply exploring the Alchemy Dao, eventually becoming a Tier Three Alchemist, ranking as a sect elder, managing one Pill Hall...

"Endless cultivation and gradually Longevity, yet the warmth of human emotions faded."

In the fourth life, he was born into a small clan, in seclusion for decades in the deep mountains, refining a fake pill, then joining Three Yuan Immortal Sect, overcoming obstacles to Nascent Soul Daoist Monarch, finally passing away in Grotto Heaven Secret Realm, a lifetime chasing higher cultivation level, never ceased.

"A lifetime of a thousand years, a long time, tenfold of the past; if not for Xihua accompanying me and Xixing remembering me, I wouldn’t know how many old acquaintances I could recall?"

In the fifth life, a dual-demon and human form, achieving Divinity Transformation, ascending Grand Thousand, joining Yunlu, gradually reaching Void Refining Realm, traversing three thousand Small Thousand Worlds, reaching the position of Heavenly Emperor in heart-like realm, merging Dao for one epoch...

"Long years, all invested in cultivation, still feeling time is insufficient..."

"After merging Dao, devoid of sorrow or joy, profound and unfathomable, this is the heavenly heart, but not the human heart..."

The sixth life is the present.

He gathered the accumulation of six lives, broke through to become Dharma Master, in the entire Grand Thousand World, also a giant, surpassing the cultivation level countless cultivators dreamed of.

Dong—

In the sea of consciousness, deep memories akin to a great bell, shook Chen Sheng’s heart spirit slightly.

Six lives of memories slowly settled; he shook his head lightly, murmuring to himself:

"Given my current realm, a single retreat can span hundreds of years, comparable to the longevity of a worldly dynasty."

"Long years, forgetting self, forgetting emotions."

His gaze swept over young couples filled with affection, his heart carrying a trace of unobtrusive longing:

"The more one cultivates, the more only cultivation remains, heart like ice, profound and unfathomable, yet losing human essence."

"If one does not attain the true method, even if successful in cultivation, it is but cultivating into an eternal stone."

Chen Sheng paused his steps, raising his hand to catch a falling willow leaf, feeling the softness and vitality of the leaf at his fingertips:

"The years are merciless, but people are emotional; cultivation is for transcendence, to achieve great freedom, enjoy great carefreeness."

"Supreme forgetting emotion may be the Great Dao, but it’s not what I seek; even if I become ultimate immortal deity, I am ultimately myself."

"Better to be half-human, half-god, and half-immortal!"

Once the thought was clear, his heart opened up brightly.

The nature that became increasingly cold and isolated due to high cultivation slowly receded like ice and snow meeting warm sun.

Appearance reflects the heart; the transformation of the mind immediately reflected on his countenance—his eyebrows and eyes softened, a subtle yet sincere smile lifted the corners of his lips, kind and gentle.