CHAPTER 959: CHAPTER 541: THE EIGHTH LIFE, THE MOST PERILOUS BEGINNING

"Blessing activation in progress... Congratulations on transferring 50% of the book owner’s Qi Fortune to Zhao Xuanjing."

"Fifty percent? It’s barely enough!"

Zhao Sheng nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Aside from the reserved, how much authority reward do I have left now?"

"Book owner, you still have one Desert Level and two Heavenly Level high-level authorities, a total of three."

"Very well, choose to consume one Heavenly Level authority, randomly draw from the Constitution."

"Randomly drawing Constitution... Congratulations on obtaining the Thunder Spirit Root Constitution!"

Upon obtaining the Thunder Spirit Root, Zhao Sheng was quite surprised, simply because the Thunder Spirit Root Constitution is extremely rare.

In all his seven reincarnations, he hasn’t seen more than a handful of Nascent Soul Ancestors with Thunder Spirit Roots, let alone any Divinity Transformation True Monarchs.

This shows the rarity of cultivators with Thunder Spirit Roots and the high difficulty of cultivation!

Now he has a constitution, and his talent defies the heavens!

Seeing that there were still one Desert Level and one Heavenly Level high authority available, Zhao Sheng couldn’t suppress a burst of impulse in his heart.

"Consume one Desert Level authority reward, choose to randomly extract a skill!"

"Skill extraction in progress... Congratulations on acquiring the skill Space Immortal Heaven Projection (Beginner)"

"Hmm?"

A flood of information appeared out of nowhere in his mind, revealing a method to arrange a certain special array map ritual.

The ritual is both simple and complex, requiring a treasure containing Power of Space-Time as a sacrifice placed in the center of the array map, then chant a melody with bizarre spells, eventually manifesting a projection of a certain place in the Space Immortal Heaven to the present world.

But... Where is Space Immortal Heaven? What kind of extraordinary power does one of its projections hold?

The only Immortal Heaven real name Zhao Sheng had heard was the Supreme Immortal Heaven!

But the Supreme Immortal Heaven is the Dao Field of the Supreme Blessings Taoist Ancestor.

"Could it be... that Space Immortal Heaven is actually the Dao Field of a Taoist Ancestor named Yu Kong?!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng’s heart trembled and he couldn’t help but fall into prolonged contemplation.

After a long time, a voice once again arose from the chaos: "Consume a Heavenly Level authority reward, activate the designated function! Transfer the Sumeru Ring to the next life’s body."

"Designation successful!"

"Begin the next reincarnation!"

"Reincarnation in progress... Reincarnation successful!"

...

Pain!

Headache!

So painful!

As the deepest darkness quickly faded, Zhao Sheng, who had just gained a bit of consciousness, suddenly felt his head swell and want to split, as if a red-hot knife was stirring inside his brain... stirring...

Uh uh!

He wanted to open his eyes, wanted to turn over, but his body wouldn’t listen to his command, seemingly completely out of control.

Uncertain of how much time passed, the headache receded like flowing water, and Zhao Sheng lay still, squinting to secretly observe his surroundings.

This room seemed not large, the ceiling was crystal clear and smooth, the entire structure made of some peculiar wood with clear patterns, with countless and complex array patterns engraved on the surface, emitting a faint green light throughout.

The room’s air was filled with a fragrance that calmed the spirit, Zhao Sheng sniffed and deduced that the source of the fragrance came from some high-grade, rare Treasure Pill.

Such high-grade Treasure Pills are worth a fortune, comparable to a Mid-Upper Grade Magical Treasure.

He then gently touched the ground with his hands, the warm, smooth texture told him that the floor was paved with some kind of jade.

"Hmm, this should be... a private cultivation room, and belonging to some powerful cultivator!"

Upon quickly assessing, Zhao Sheng dared not act rashly, instead quietly lying in place, waiting for a long period.

Yet, from beginning to end, no one appeared.

Zhao Sheng, seeing this, relaxed internally, he slowly opened his eyes, turned over, and sat up, scanning his surroundings.

As far as the eye could see, it indeed was a not too big, not too small cultivation chamber, built with the same kind of wood for the walls, similarly covered with array patterns, also emitting a faint green light.

About two zhang in front of him, stood an ancient tripod furnace half a man’s height with three legs and six ears, with a wisp of cyan smoke rising from one of the furnace ears.

The cyan smoke blended into the air, exuding a strong fragrance, seemingly the very source of the scent!

Zhao Sheng turned his head to look, his eyes involuntarily squinted slightly, only to see, lying behind him, a desiccated corpse dressed in a Sky Blue Robe.

The corpse’s face was bluish-black, with a tuft of green beard hanging under its chin, its bloodshot eyes bulging out of their sockets, and its expression seemed to convey to the world complex emotions such as unwillingness, regret, and remorse.

Zhao Sheng’s gaze focused, he noticed the golden sachets hanging from the waist of the corpse, and lying on the ground by its left hand, was a jade-colored wooden sword about one chi long.

The wooden sword emitted a bright and lustrous light throughout, continuously radiating waves of powerful Sword Intent.

The moment Zhao Sheng saw this sword, he was instantly overwhelmed by its Sword Intent, his hair stood on end, his heart extremely terrified, as if facing an abyss!

The next second, Zhao Sheng quickly moved his gaze away from the sword and rapidly made a judgment: This flying sword is at least a high-grade magical treasure, and there’s even a chance it could belong to the category of ancient treasures.

With this thought, even more doubts arose in his heart.

"What is this place? And what is the identity of the dead person? Damn!"

Recalling the memories of this flesh body, he was surprised to find a complete blank!

A strong ominous premonition suddenly arose in Zhao Sheng’s heart; he feared he had been body-seized by someone.

As a result, the body-seizing failed!

The soul of the person attempting to seize was shattered, and the body ultimately became a dry corpse!

Reincarnated seven times, but never was the start more perilous than in this life.

If the next step is not handled well, he might die as soon as he reincarnates!

With his thoughts turning quickly, something stirred in Zhao Sheng’s mind, and he hurriedly summoned his personal data panel:

Name: Zhao Xilei (Zhao Sheng)

Life Span: 12/134

Realm: Qi Refining Second Level

[Constitution] Thunder Spirit Root (Heavenly), Blood and Flesh Rebirth (Heavenly)

[Talent] Space-Time Teleportation (Desert Level)

[Skill]: Space Immortal Heaven Projection (Desert Level, Entry Level)

[Law]: Thunder Dao (0.1%), Fire Dao (9%), Gold Dao (3%), Destruction Dao (5%), Water Dao (4%), Wood Dao (2%)...

Seeing the name on the panel, Zhao Sheng felt relieved; now he finally knew the original owner’s name.

However, another problem arose.

None of the names in the Zhao Family’s generation include the character "Xi," so where does the "Xi" in his name come from?

After thinking for a while, he still couldn’t figure out any clues.

Zhao Sheng involuntarily stood up, swaying, and walked to the dry corpse, reaching out to take a green cloth bag.

Gathering his spirit, a faint mental wave was released from the center of his brows. As the wave touched the green bag, it was instantly repelled by an irresistible force.

Zhao Sheng’s face turned pale, and his soul was inexplicably injured.

At this moment, the door of the cultivation chamber was suddenly opened from the outside.

Zhao Sheng turned his head to see a towering elder, over a meter tall with hands hanging past his knees, striding into the room.

As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on Zhao Sheng. After a moment of scrutiny, a look of suspicion suddenly appeared on his face.

"I ask, you answer. The first question: What’s your name?" The burly elder’s expression changed, asking coldly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng inwardly exclaimed that things were bad. Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

But in the next moment, he dismissed all cunning tricks, his whole body trembling with an expression of utter confusion and helplessness, unable to utter a word.

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Long Kui’s face turned ashen; now he understood that Taoist Bai Mu had failed in the body-seizing attempt.

Hmph!

Ancestor Long Kui snorted coldly, sweeping his sleeve, and a large swath of red light appeared out of nowhere, howling as it swept up the dry corpse and the jade flying sword on the ground, swishing them into Long Kui’s large sleeve.

Then, he stepped beside Zhao Sheng, extending a fan-sized hand to grab Zhao Sheng entirely, then walked out of the cultivation chamber with large strides.

What a pity!

Twelve-year-old Zhao Sheng was already six feet tall, but in this person’s hand, he seemed like a doll, at his mercy.

A moment later, Zhao Sheng was casually thrown into a cramped, closed cabin.

Bang!

The cabin door slammed shut, and the darkness of the room was immediately dispelled by a soft green glow emitted from the walls.

Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on the cold floor, his eyes clear as he rapidly pondered.

Judging by the multiple corridors he passed through just now and the surrounding environment, Zhao Sheng could deduce that he was now on a spaceship, and most likely in the outer void.

The person’s cultivation just now was at least at the Golden Core level, with a thirty percent chance of being a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

As for the person attempting the body-seizing, there was an eighty percent certainty it was a Wood Element Nascent Soul.

Encountering such a perilous situation just after reincarnation, Zhao Sheng instead felt somewhat glad; after all, having been body-seized once, others could not attempt a second body-seizing.

It’s just... how to quickly get out of this predicament?

Zhao Sheng thought over and over, yet couldn’t come up with any good solutions.

Moments later, he suddenly remembered something: "Right, the Sumeru Ring! It reincarnated with me. Where is it?"

Zhao Sheng searched all over his body to no avail, and just when he assumed the Sumeru Ring had been taken by someone else, he unintentionally noticed a faint ring-shaped imprint on his forefinger.

"Is this... the Sumeru Ring?!"