Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 412: The 288th Day of Eliminating Trouble through Practice

“That Little Illusion Butterfly is truly obstinate. The old man’s Heavenly Deceiving Talisman just happens to be missing a main soul, so why not use her to fill the gap!”

“Many thanks, True Monarch, for lending a hand! This life-saving grace, our Zhao Family will never forget.”

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng was suddenly startled and couldn’t help but look up, just in time to see Zhao Xuanjing and True Monarch Xie also looking his way.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng unconsciously had a foreboding feeling.

“Qingyang, step forward!” At that moment, Zhao Xuanjing waved him over.

“Ancestor, is there something amiss with me?”

Zhao Sheng, somewhat puzzled, approached a few steps closer and stood before the two men.

True Monarch Xie sized him up and then said with a smile, “Young fellow, relax a little! Just take a nice sleep and you’ll be fine.”

No sooner had the words fallen than Zhao Sheng felt the white expanse of the world before his eyes suddenly transform, and all around him turned into a boundless sea.

The sea breeze was gentle, the sun warm and pleasant, the entire sea silent and tranquil, filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Zhao Sheng found himself lying on the sea surface, feeling a warm and complete relaxation as his chaotic thoughts swiftly cleared, soon reaching a kind of ethereal realm.

After a moment or two, he seemed to fall into a wondrously beautiful dream, as though he had experienced a long period of time, yet it also seemed to be a mere instant.

Huu~

Zhao Sheng took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Zhao Xuanjing and True Monarch Xie standing opposite him.

“Hm? What just happened?” Zhao Sheng, looking at the delighted Zhao Xuanjing, was very surprised.

But the next second, countless fragments of memory flooded into his mind, and in an instant, all his previously sealed memories came flooding back.

At the same time, a faint wave of consciousness suddenly merged actively into his own…

After integrating this thread of consciousness, Zhao Sheng suddenly understood everything. He had already been ensnared by Lady Qian Huan’s scheme without any clue.

This discovery left Zhao Sheng feeling a chill of fear.

After fully understanding the whole situation, Zhao Sheng hastily bowed deeply, repeatedly thanking True Monarch Xie for saving his life.

True Monarch Xie, however, waved his hand nonchalantly, then rolled up the painting before him and tucked it into his sleeve.

This painting was about three feet square, displaying only a lifelike, multicolored butterfly. At that moment, it was fluttering within the painting, occasionally scattering specks of dazzling light.

Zhao Sheng only had time for a glance, immediately startled, for the multicolored butterfly was clearly the same one that frequently appeared in his memories.

Could such illusory things actually be extracted from one’s memory?

Are the methods of a Divinity Transformation True Monarch all so incredibly profound?

After True Monarch Xie put away the painting, his gaze shifted to the Purple Mist Immortal Painting, and he casually said, “Hmm, the Illusion Technique has been removed. Do you have any more matters? If not, you may leave!”

For him, standing at the pinnacle of this realm, the affair of Zhao Sheng was trivial, far less important than this unfinished painting.

“What could be missing?” True Monarch Xie frowned slightly, murmuring to himself.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuanjing promptly suggested they should take their leave.

True Monarch Xie waved his hand without turning back, signaling for the two to leave on their own.

However, staring at the white expanse before him, Zhao Xuanjing didn’t know which way to exit.

Just then, Zhao Sheng boldly spoke up, “Perhaps what’s missing is a poem that captures the essence of the painting!”

“Yes, how did I not think of that,” True Monarch Xie suddenly realized, turned around sharply, and with eyes shining divinely, said, “Young fellow, you’ve indeed awakened this old man. Buddha, Dao, and Confucianism all stem from the same origin. I was almost too fixated on one path. Since both Buddhist and Daoist approaches have come to naught, why not try Confucianism.”

“Interesting, interesting! In this world, is every drink and peck predestined?”

He then suddenly asked Zhao Sheng, “Young fellow, this old man is asking you, if you were to compose a poem for this painting, what would you write?”

Zhao Sheng pondered for a moment after listening.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuanjing’s expression turned to one of distress, as he was about to interject when he was abruptly restrained by a powerful force, unable to move.

“Don’t hurry, take your time to think. If you can satisfy this old man, I will gift you an opportunity,” said True Monarch Xie.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and without hesitation, he recited aloud, “Inspired, I chanced upon a poem. Please consider these verses,”

Then he softly chanted, “Once faced with vast seas none can match, save for the Heavenly Pillar, no clouds to catch. Indifferently amidst flowers, no longing for a glance back, for half is devoted to cultivation, the other half to you.”

True Monarch Xie, after hearing the poem, had a look of realization.

He quickly came back to his senses, revealing a trace of a smile. With a wave of his hand, he suddenly had another painting scroll in his grip.

He tossed it casually, and the painting flew into Zhao Sheng’s arms.

“This painting was a casual creation of this old man in the past, and now it’s given to you. As for the opportunity, you must wait patiently for a few years, and you will come to know in due time. You may leave now!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng felt a lightness in his body, and by the time he could see clearly, he found that the two had left the grand hall, standing outside the great doors.

Su Li and Zuo Xuan, seeing Zhao Sheng and the others appear, immediately stepped forward, subtly suggesting it was not appropriate to stay long in this place.

Zhao Xuanjing understood and naturally proposed leaving.

At this moment, the Beggar Immortal suddenly flew over from the distance, landing beside Zhao Sheng and the others, laughing as he said, “I didn’t expect such a grand spectacle here. Old Beggar had quite the eye-opener today. Truly a journey not made in vain!”

After saying this, he urged repeatedly, “Let’s go, leave quickly! If we don’t leave now, we might not be able to later.”

Sensing the many gazes cast from the square, Zhao Sheng and the others exchanged glances.