I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 310 - 251: The Path Lies Beneath My Feet!

In the depths of the secret chamber of the Emotionless Dao Main Peak, only a bronze candlestick flickered with dim light.

The candle flame flickered in the damp air, casting Chen Sheng’s shadow long and short against the black stone walls covered with demon patterns, like a dancing ghostly figure.

He sat quietly on a Cold Jade Meditation Mat, his eyes showing a deep purple-black hue.

This was the sign of "Celestial Demon Emotionless Strategy" operating at its peak, where demonic qi and divine soul blended. Deep within his pupils, faint demon patterns flowed, resembling countless tiny black insects squirming within. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Half-Saint Bloodline, born at the peak of Tier Three, and protected by a Divinity Transformation Realm great-grandfather, the Golden Feather Demon Venerable, mastering Yin Yang and the Power of the Five Elements..."

"Such treatment truly makes one a favored child of the heavens."

Compared to the smooth sailing of a Demon Race body, Chen Sheng’s 30-plus years in the Emotionless Dao with his human body were like walking on the edge of a knife.

Chen Sheng slowly closed his eyes, introspecting himself.

Within his Dantian, three hundred fifty-five drops of ink-colored liquid mana rotated slowly along the trajectory of the spell, each drop like concentrated ink, exuding dense demonic qi.

These ink drops formed an incomplete ring within the Dantian, just ten drops away from the three hundred sixty-five needed for Foundation Establishment Perfection.

"Although ’Celestial Demon Emotionless Strategy’ isn’t precisely exquisite, filled with hostility and flaws, at the Foundation Establishment level, it is indeed a top-tier cultivation technique."

He thought to himself, feeling the violent power contained in the mana:

"If not for the Emotionless Daoist’s calculations in advance, given one more year, I would surely achieve Foundation Establishment Perfection and begin attacking the Golden Core Realm."

"By then..."

Thinking of his current predicament, Chen Sheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the ink-colored breath condensing into a wisp before his lips, twisting like a living thing for a moment before silently dispersing, leaving a faint fishy smell in the air.

"It seems I should leave too!"

He mumbled to himself, his consciousness sinking deep into his body.

At the location of his heart, lay a Void Talisman invisible to the naked eye—a "Great Void Shifting Talisman" refined over thirty years using the secret technique of the "Four Seas Void Transformation Atlas", integrating countless void runes.

The talisman was in a solid state, like a transparent glazed bead, less than half an inch in diameter, perfectly embedded next to the heart within the gaps of his meridians, merging with the surrounding flesh and meridians.

Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, also mastering the Void Domain, would find it extremely difficult to discover unless probing closely, let alone an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like the Emotionless Daoist, who only knew the superficial aspects of void techniques.

"Once this talisman is activated, it can tear the void, enabling a mid-range shift of a million miles, making it impossible for any cultivator below late-stage Nascent Soul to intercept."

Chen Sheng understood in his heart this was his final escape route, initially intended as a trump card, yet unexpectedly put to use in advance.

Truth be told, Chen Sheng had no wish to flee so hastily.

His initial plan was to cultivate to mid to late-stage Golden Core, relying on the foundation of his past life’s Nascent Soul Great Perfection, paired with his already exposed understanding of the flaws within the "Celestial Demon Emotionless Strategy", enough to directly defeat and obliterate the Dharma Body of the Emotionless Daoist.

Then, he would have set up the Void Domain in advance, locking the opponent’s Nascent Soul, reverse the Demon Seed’s operation, and completely devour the Emotionless Daoist’s cultivation and divine soul, transforming it into resources for restoring his Nascent Soul strength.

This way, not only would he avenge himself against being manipulated, but also rapidly improve his power, achieving two goals with one move.

But plans can never keep up with changes, and he still overestimated the patience of the Emotionless Daoist. The "Demon Planting Technique" of the opponent was even cruder than he had deduced.

He originally thought the opponent would at least wait until he achieved Golden Core Perfection, ensuring a complete fusion of the Demon Seed with his divine soul before proceeding with the Demon Planting and body snatching.

To his surprise, the opponent wasn’t even willing to wait until the Golden Core Realm, or perhaps, couldn’t wait—the technique was flawed, making the Demon Planting process exponentially harder post-Golden Core!

Just recently, under the deliberate guidance of the Emotionless Daoist, he "deviated", slaughtering his puppet parents of this life.

Decades of deliberately woven gentle dreams were ultimately shattered by his own hands, becoming sacrifices for "Demon Planting".

And all of this was merely a setup by the Emotionless Daoist.

After killing the puppet parents, Chen Sheng was trapped in this secret chamber—the opponent claimed it was for him to "settle the Heart Demon and stabilize the Dao Foundation," when in fact, it was to leverage the Demon Gathering Array within the chamber to forcibly catalyze the demonic embryo at his brow, prematurely completing the Demon Planting and possession.

Chen Sheng sneered inwardly: "Eager for quick results, truly deserving of Demon Dao methods!"

If not for him having prepared the Void Talisman in advance, he would likely have already become the opponent’s "vessel", his divine soul fully devoured.

Outside the enclosed chamber, the Emotionless Daoist was standing in a dim room, his gaze fixed on the crystal mirror before him.

In the crystal mirror, the image of Chen Sheng sitting quietly was reflected. The demonic aura around him fluctuated unpredictably, sometimes raging as if to tear the void, other times restrained as a deathly silent deep pool. However, the faint black demonic embryo mark on his forehead had yet to solidify into a physical form.

The Emotionless Daoist couldn’t help but furrow his brows tightly, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Could it be that I miscalculated?"

"This kid is truly so emotionless, even slaughtering his own parents without a ripple in his heart, unable to provoke even a heart demon... A born seedling for the Demon Dao?"

At this thought, a sense of regret inexplicably rose in his heart:

"With such talent and disposition, if well cultivated, he might become the next pillar of my Emotionless Dao...I’m somewhat reluctant to perform a soul exchange."

But just as this thought arose, he forcibly suppressed it—compared to the future of the Emotionless Dao, his own path was more important.

Although the demon planting technique had gone awry, making it difficult to break through to the mid-stage Nascent Soul.

As long as the nascent demonic embryo could coagulate, and he successfully executed the soul exchange, he could quickly regain Nascent Soul power, saving decades in time.

But the next moment, the scene in the crystal mirror made his pupils constrict sharply, his whole body’s demonic aura surged instantly.

Just as Chen Sheng slowly raised his hand, his fingertips emitting a faint silver-blue light, he opened his mouth slightly and spat out a transparent bead.

The bead’s surface flowed with extremely faint void ripples, emitting a space fluctuation that made one’s heart palpitate. Even through the crystal mirror, the Emotionless Daoist could feel that familiar void undulation.

"This is... a Void Talisman?!"

The Emotionless Daoist realized for the first time that things had long been beyond his control. How could the other party, clearly cultivating under his own nose, have obtained this Void Talisman?

After all, he was a Nascent Soul Monster who had lived for hundreds of years. His actions were extremely decisive. Almost the instant he saw the bead clearly, he raised his hand and launched a palm strike towards the direction of the enclosed chamber.

The void twisted violently, and a gigantic hand covered with black demonic aura appeared out of nowhere, densely packed with demon patterns, bringing the terrifying pressure of an early-stage Nascent Soul, grabbing towards Chen Sheng’s location.

It was his renowned "Void Grand Capture."

However, the moment the gigantic void hand descended, it only grasped a faint shadow.

In the enclosed chamber, Chen Sheng had long vanished, only a trace of his aura lingering on the Cold Jade Meditation Mat and the faint void fluctuation remaining in the air.

Soon after, a wild laugh emanated from the void, carrying a hint of mockery and relief, echoing by the Emotionless Daoist’s ear:

"Master, you were ultimately a step too slow! When I wish to leave, the path is under my feet!"

The Emotionless Daoist stood dazed in place, looking at the empty enclosed chamber in the crystal mirror, his face instantly turning livid.

He suddenly operated his Divine Sense, attempting to sense the restriction he left on Chen Sheng, only to find that the restriction had long vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

"Impossible! He is merely late-stage Foundation Establishment, how could he have such exquisite void means?!"

He suddenly punched the stone wall, which shattered with a roar, the fragments splattering, leaving cracks on the crystal mirror:

"Where did this Void Talisman come from?! Who is secretly aiding him?!"

He frantically unleashed his Divine Sense, sweeping over the entire Emotionless Dao Main Peak like a massive net, extending even a thousand miles away, yet not capturing a trace of Chen Sheng’s aura.

The "Great Void Shifting Talisman" had long torn through the void, transporting Chen Sheng a million miles away, completely beyond his control.

Meanwhile, in a barren mountain forest a million miles away, the void suddenly rippled with a silver-blue wave, like a water surface being broken.

Chen Sheng’s figure tumbled out from the ripple, staggering back a few steps before steadying himself.

His black Daoist robe was covered in dust, and a trace of blood remained at the corner of his mouth—forcefully activating the Void Talisman was no small burden for someone at late-stage Foundation Establishment.

He raised his head, looking at the azure sky above, feeling the breath of freedom, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"These thirty years of ’master-disciple bond’ with the old Emotionless ghost, I have noted it, now it’s my turn."