I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 612 - 482: Scripture Transmission Hall Master

His gaze towards Chen Sheng suddenly became more congenial and gentle, and his tone grew increasingly polite:

"I trouble you, Fellow Daoist, to explain the whereabouts of my disciple to me."

Chen Sheng also felt a myriad of emotions in his heart. He slowly spoke, his voice calm:

"The Celestial Venerable’s lifespan was nearing its end. Having integrated with the Middle Thousand, he left a legacy, and later transformed into the Dao..."

Upon hearing this, Dharma Master Hong Jue slowly closed his eyes, murmuring to himself: "As expected, he has integrated into the Dao..."

He had long suspected that only through integration could his disciple, nearing the end of his lifespan, achieve an alternative integration, allowing the breath of the Yang Spirit’s imprint to grow so strong.

Only by integrating with the Middle Thousand and being severely transformed by the Dao, unable to gain freedom, could he have delayed his return, so much so that even a Daoist Monarch couldn’t deduce his whereabouts.

At this moment, Dharma Master Hong Jue’s gaze towards Chen Sheng became even closer.

The Pan Wu Daoist before him inherited the legacy of his disciple, the Daoist Life-Annihilating, extracting the essence of two realms to achieve integration, which made him a descendant of sorts across generations.

Dharma Master Hong Jue suddenly asked: "Fellow Daoist, you come from the Middle Thousand. Have you joined any Grand Thousand forces?"

Chen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of transcendence. Upon hearing this, he slowly shook his head:

"Never!"

Dharma Master Hong Jue burst into laughter, his voice booming like a great bell, causing the star power to surge and roar, creating monumental waves.

"Good!!"

"Our Antarctic Immortal Mansion has a long-standing heritage, with deep roots and a legacy of the Mahayana Venerable, hosted by a Tribulation Crossing Daoist Monarch."

"Fellow Daoist, are you interested in joining our Antarctic Immortal Mansion? I am willing to introduce you!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng’s eyes sparkled.

Antarctic Immortal Mansion...

In his previous life as the Daoist Life-Annihilating, he had once visited the Immortal Mansion with Dharma Master Hong Jue.

The Immortal Palace, which stood proudly in the depths of the Grand Thousand Star Sea, still shone brightly in his memory.

He fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded and uttered a single word:

"Good!"

The smile on Dharma Master Hong Jue’s face grew even broader. He clapped his hands and laughed aloud, his voice resonating across the universe:

"Good! It seems our Immortal Mansion will gain another Dharma Master!"

Chen Sheng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the hall, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his heart.

Hundreds of thousands of years had passed, yet old acquaintances remained; the Dao path was long, and at last, connections were renewed.

...

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, several months passed.

At the Antarctic Immortal Mansion, the magnificent immortal towers stretched endlessly, with golden halls and silver palaces concealed within the ethereal immortal mist.

In the core depths of this magnificent architectural complex, a new palace was rising from the ground.

Thousands of Yellow Turban warriors, clad in Profound Armor and treading on auspicious clouds, carried ancient divine stones, descending from the beyond.

The divine stones, engraved with countless Dao patterns, landed with a thud, making the void hum and causing ripples even in the distant star rivers.

Numerous celestial craftsmen wielded carving knives, sculpting the divine stones into flying eaves, dougong brackets, and jade pillars, with every detail exuding a grand celestial aura.

Though the palace was not yet completed, its immense pressure already spread, attracting the attention of the Immortal Mansion’s disciples.

"Strange! There’s no change on the Longevity Rankings, so why suddenly build a palace of a Dharma Master’s specifications?"

"You’ve just returned from Chongli Heaven, so you’re not up to date! This palace is being built for the newly joined Dharma Master Pan Wu of our Immortal Mansion!"

"This individual hails from the Taiyi Realm and was personally recommended by Dharma Master Hong Jue, with Daoist Monarch Kong Fang witnessing the event, joining our Antarctic Immortal Mansion to take charge of the Scripture Transmission Hall!"

"Isn’t the Taiyi Realm supposed to call him the Pan Wu Great Saint?"

"Haha, names are but fleeting clouds, be it Great Saint or Dharma Master, they are all the same person!"

"I’ve also heard that this Dharma Master Pan Wu has yet to recruit any disciples!"

...

At this moment, deep within the Scripture Transmission Hall.

Chen Sheng, clad in a black and yellow Daoist robe, stood with hands behind his back in the center of the hall.

The dome inside the hall was engraved with three thousand Dao Great Runes, surrounded by countless jade scrolls, each emitting a shimmering Spirit Light, exuding an eternal Dao Rhyme.

This hall was responsible for organizing subtle techniques, imparting them to disciples. Though devoid of governing authority, it was leisurely and carefree.

Opposite him stood an elder in plain Daoist robes, the former master of the Scripture Transmission Hall — Dharma Master Xuan Guang.

Dharma Master Xuan Guang stroked his white long beard, pointing out various spots in the hall in detail:

"The left side of the hall is the Scripture Pavilion, which requires an Immortal Mansion token for entry."

"The right side leads to Enlightenment Cliff, with a stele left by a Daoist Monarch that can purify the Dao Heart."

"The platform at the back of the hall can be used to preach to core disciples..."

Dharma Master Xuan Guang calmly explained the various duties of the Scripture Transmission Hall.

Chen Sheng nodded occasionally, his gaze scanning every corner of the hall, gaining a thorough understanding of many affairs.

In general, this truly was a leisurely position, free from clerical burdens and devoid of bloody conflicts—perfect for him.

Before long, Dharma Master Xuan Guang finished his explications, bowing to Chen Sheng:

"Fellow Daoist Pan Wu, I shall take my leave."

With that, he transformed into a stream of light, disappearing within the hall.

The hall fell into silence, with only the rustle of turning jade scrolls and the faint glow of the dome’s runes echoing softly.

Chen Sheng’s fingers moved slightly, his voice resounding in the hall:

"Come!"

Before the words fell, a figure swiftly entered from outside, bending in salute, with utmost reverence in his voice:

"Tianku pays respects to the Hall Master!"

The newcomer was indeed Tianku, the chief elder of the Scripture Transmission Hall, clad in a blue robe, his aura laden with the weight of ages.

With a subtle glance, Chen Sheng seemed to peer through the man’s foundation, speaking softly:

"I heard that you rank eleventh on the Longevity Rankings, not bad."

The Longevity Rankings was established by the Antarctic Immortal Mansion for top-tier Void Refining cultivators, listing a hundred people as potential Integration seeds.

Elder Tianku smiled wryly upon hearing this, shaking his head:

"The Hall Master praises me too much, a mere ranking isn’t worth mentioning!"

What genuine humility!

Over the twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty years of a Primordial Assembly, at least three batches of people would be cycled through the rankings.

Hundreds of geniuses took the stage in turn, yet truly stepping into the position of Dharma Master before one’s lifespan ended was a feat achieved by only a rare few.

Most cultivators could only watch their lifespan slip away, eventually turning into a handful of dust.

Sometimes, with poor luck, even in several Primordial Assemblies, not a single Dharma Master would emerge.

Across the long ages of the Antarctic Immortal Mansion’s history, there were merely dozens of Integration Dharma Masters.

Chen Sheng nodded, his gaze sharp.

He could easily discern the predicament of this subordinate, whose lifespan was less than thirty thousand years, understandably making him seem so pessimistic.

A thought flickered through his mind as he lightly waved his Daoist robe.

Several figures stepped out from his sleeve—it was Golden Saint, Yuanji, Yuanba, and Li Changkong.

In the Pan Wu Realm, they had made significant progress in understanding the origin, especially Li Changkong, who had fully entered the God-Demon Realm (fourth tribulation of Void Refining).

Chen Sheng gestured towards the four:

"Tianku, I want you to arrange for their registration, induct them under the banner of my Scripture Transmission Hall."

Elder Tianku dared not be negligent, hastily bowing in response:

"Understood, sir!"

Chen Sheng nodded, his gaze turning towards the boundless void.

His true form presided over the Immortal Mansion, while his mind’s incarnation roamed through the Great Void.

"After all these changes, I wonder how things are in the Celestial Abyss Realm..."