Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

The headless corpse suddenly stiffened, then was blown over by the remnants of the fist wind.

"Taoist, yet...damned!"

Before the words were finished, there was a bang, with sparks flying everywhere!

The sword-browed youth's expression was horrified, his hands trembling greatly, and he staggered back seven or eight steps.

The surface of his spiritual artifact claws was already covered with deep sword marks, nearly completely destroyed.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng stood three zhang away, staring at him expressionlessly, playing with a Dragon Head Flying Sword about an inch long in his hand.

After giving him a fierce look, the sword-browed youth suddenly became silent, his body blurred, and in an instant returned to his original realm.

Zhao Sheng flipped his hand, put the Dragon Head Sword into his sleeve, then turned around, and after a few steps reached the edge of the street corner, though he did not leave the long street.

Looking at the treasure a dozen steps away, after a short contemplation, his right index finger flickered with light, and a long, snow-white rope appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The next second, he shook his right hand, and the limp rope shot out like an exceptionally lively white snake, quickly darting into the blood mist, its head suddenly coiling around the gourd vine, then rapidly contracting back.

Zhao Sheng felt his right hand sink, as if he were dragging a mountain.

Luckily, the gourd vine was inch by inch pulled towards him.

The method is effective!

Zhao Sheng's heart was greatly excited, and he couldn't help but grasp the spirit rope with both hands, using all his strength to pull harshly.

At this moment, waves of whispered murmurs suddenly sounded in his ears, like countless invisible people simultaneously whispering and roaring to him, as if speaking indescribable Great Dao Truth!

For a moment, Zhao Sheng's eyes became dazed, his body swaying, seemingly wanting to take that step.

But the next moment, he suddenly awoke, shocked and fearful, feeling deeply terrified.

Fortunately, he hadn't stepped out of the safe zone, or the consequences would have been unimaginable!

Bang, bang, bang!

Just as Zhao Sheng freed himself from the eerie whispers, his chest and abdomen muscles unexpectedly exploded in several places, instantly erupting with a splash of blood and flesh.

Zhao Sheng's heart tightened at the sight, immediately tensing all his muscles, his skin flowing with blood light, his strength increasing severalfold, speeding up the pulling.

In no time, the gourd vine was successfully pulled into the range of the long street.

Suddenly, two human-shaped blood mists sprayed out from the gourd, but as soon as they appeared, they were erased by some unknown power.

Zhao Sheng's sword eyebrows raised, then he bent down and stretched out his hand to grab the gourd vine on the ground.

Upon contact, he found its weight was nearly halved.

Zhao Sheng's thoughts moved and he stored the gourd vine within the Sumeru Space.

Then, he resisted the repulsion of space-time and in an instant, his figure transformed into nothingness.

...

Hidden Dragon Pavilion, Cultivation Room.

The room was clear and bright as Zhao Sheng appeared out of thin air and landed on the ground, his body staggering sharply.

At the same time, unintelligible roars suddenly emitted from various parts of his chest and abdomen.

Instantly, Zhao Sheng looked extremely grim, suddenly slashing continuously as sword lights sliced off pieces of dark red rotten flesh from his chest and abdomen.

Even so, he did not stop, continuously slicing the blood and flesh on his chest and abdomen, layer by layer.

Until the blood and flesh on his chest and abdomen rebirthed three times, he finally halted.

On the ground lay a pile of rotten flesh, yet they emitted roaring sounds like living creatures, while numerous lumps suddenly protruded from their surfaces.

The next second, countless lumps burst open, countless dark red tentacles darting out, wildly dancing in midair, resembling an eerie octopus monster with numerous tentacles.

Such bizarre and indescribable sight made the well-traveled Zhao Sheng's heart tremble.

Without hesitation, he activated Mysterious Skill, a massive surge of Purple Cloud Thunder Power flooded to his palms, continuously transforming into huge Violet Thunder Balls, shooting towards the tentacles of rotten flesh on the ground.

Boom, boom, boom!

Thunderous roars echoed through the stone room, vast Violet Thunder Light completely covering the tentacles of rotten flesh.

Under the bombardment of Thunder Light, the rotten flesh emitted a miserable howl and turned black and charred at a visible speed, until it formed masses of black ash.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng slowly relaxed his heart.

It's no wonder he was so cautious!

Anything coming out of Space Immortal Heaven cannot be underestimated, especially such bizarre "things."

Otherwise, it might inadvertently bring a catastrophe to the Da Chun Realm.

No!

Zhao Sheng had just relaxed when his heart tightened again.

It wasn't until he extended his Divine Sense into the Sumeru Space and saw nothing wrong with the gourd vine that he truly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it! Burial Immortal Ruins is too perilous! It's better to stay in the safe zone; if possible, avoid going outside!" Zhao Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, ruminating with lingering fear.

At that moment, a smile appeared on his face, as his cultivation unexpectedly experienced a significant increase, reaching the Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer Peak.

"It seems the longer you stay in Space Immortal Heaven, the greater the benefits! But... why would such a powerful Immortal Heaven be destroyed? Is the Yu Kong Grandmaster dead or alive?

No! The Taoist Ancestor has been Undying and Undying for a long time; he wouldn't die easily. So... what's the condition of the Taoist Ancestor now? Where are you located?"

For a moment, Zhao Sheng's mind surged with fanciful thoughts, and countless bizarre images flashed through his mind.

After a period, he suddenly collected his thoughts and vanished into thin air from his original spot.

...

Tree canopy, lightning rod.

Thunder Cloud gathered, dense Lightning like strange pythons emerged from the Thunder Cloud, striking the tall, pitch-black tower, with most Lightning absorbed instantly.

A few Lightning spread out but were entirely attracted by a figure, transforming into layers of Thunder Net enveloping Zhao Sheng's entire body.

With continuous Thunder baptism, the newly formed muscles on his chest and abdomen quickly became strong and resilient, rapidly approaching the strength of muscles elsewhere.

Buzzing!

At this moment, a sword rainbow traversed the Thunder Cloud, intermittently appearing and disappearing.

Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his forehead glowing with dots of Divine Light, with waves of invisible Divine Sense constantly linking with the Dragon Head Sword above, continuously channeling Lightning to erasure Divine Sense by relying on the Spirit Sword's material.

In the repeated erasure and rebirth process, strands of strange invisible Thunder Power slowly congealed and, alongside the Divine Sense, flowed into his Purple Mansion Soul Sea.

A day and night have passed!

Zhao Sheng's Divine Sense strength significantly improved, with hundreds of strands of Divine Sky Thunder Power condensing, all merging into a thumb-sized Thunder Pearl suspended above the Soul Sea.

"Nephew, you're so diligent! Rare indeed!"

A familiar voice came from afar, instantly awakening Zhao Sheng.

He opened his eyes,

and upon looking up, Chen Daxiang's giant physique came into view.

Zhao Sheng restrained his aura, stood up from the ground, and in the motion of his hand, changed into a new robe.

"Uncle Xiang, you're here! Just in time for me to finish and go back; I'll leave this place for you!" Zhao Sheng signaled with a smile.

Chen Daxiang looked with wide eyes: "Brat, am I that annoying? You want to run away the moment you see me!"

Zhao Sheng showed a bitter smile: "Uncle misunderstood me! Indeed, I have to return to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. Today is my third son Chen Mingqian's birthday; as a father, how can I not show up!"

In truth, it was an excuse; his son's birthday was real, but avoiding Chen Daxiang was also true.

Who could blame him for being a natural battle maniac, always demanding a fight upon seeing him?

Zhao Sheng wasn't a masochist and didn't enjoy being beaten up. Besides, he couldn't reveal his true strength.

"Alright, I'll let you off this time; hurry and scram! Next time, make sure to have a good fight with me!" Chen Daxiang leapt down, waving without good humor.

Zhao Sheng felt greatly relieved, immediately soaring with Sword Control, transforming into a sword rainbow and speeding away.

Half a day later, in one of Hidden Dragon Pavilion's wooden buildings, decorations were hung up in celebration, joyous indeed.

Today marked the third young master's second birthday, not only Zhao Sheng and Chen Ying's seven ladies all arrived, even Chen Dacheng and his wife appeared.

The reason was none other than that the child was Chen Ying's own flesh and blood.

Because of this, Chen Qi and the other ladies looked at Zhao Sheng with extremely resentful looks, and at Chen Ying with unusual envy and jealousy.

Zhao Sheng actually had only three children, and Chen Ying bore two of them.

Fortunately, Chen Mingqian's qualification was slightly poor, possessing only Four Spirit Roots.

This allowed Chen Qi and the other women to be slightly comforted; otherwise, Zhao Sheng might have been swallowed alive by them.