I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Panwu Realm.

No heaven, no earth, no beginning, no end.

Chaos and desolation!

All concepts have yet to be born.

Only a lone Daoist sits cross-legged at the very center of this void, his form seemingly real and unreal, as if he has been quietly waiting here since time immemorial.

Chen Sheng slightly closes his eyes:

"The last epoch has settled, and the harvest is enough..."

"This epoch..."

He slowly lifts his eyes, his gaze penetrating the endless chaos, ultimately landing on his own palm.

"I will devote all my efforts to the completion of the Profound Yin Sequence system!"

"This epoch is destined to be lengthy!"

His voice is not loud, yet it gently resonates throughout the silent heavens and earth, sinking into the depths of the void like a brand.

"Profound Yin is the root of heaven and earth. If the sequence is completed, it can divide into multiple facets."

Exhale—

He takes a long and deep breath.

It’s so light, it’s more like the breath of the Great Dao itself.

Chaos is gently stirred into a barely perceptible ripple, yet it shocks the entire origin of the Panwu Realm.

He slowly spreads out his palm.

A hint of crimson Spirit Light gently appears from the deepest part of his palm, surprisingly an Innate Dao seed!

The Spirit Light swirls, and the Dao seed gently quivers.

Buzzing~~

A jade-like scroll, thin as a cicada’s wing, unfurls from the Dao seed.

Upon the scroll, the vast shadow of a river realm faintly appears, every ripple is not water but the flow of Dao Principle.

Vast, silent!

Chen Sheng closes his eyes, pondering for a long time before softly murmuring:

"The mother river reemerges, and a spirit escapes within. This is the beginning of the Profound Yin."

Whoosh—

In the next instant, he abruptly opens his eyes, a bright burst of brilliance explodes within his gaze.

From the depths of his brow, an intensely condensed Spirit Light suddenly shoots out, faster than any concept, brighter than any origin, like a lone meteor, precisely entering his palm’s jade scroll.

Buzz—

A deep and distant Dao sound echoes from the scroll’s depths, the surrounding chaos mist surges, collapses, evaporates.

In the next second, the river realm shadow on the scroll suddenly breaks free from the jade binding, leaping off the paper.

The void splits open.

In just a moment.

That shadow has transformed into a mighty mother river, roaring endlessly, with no beginning and no end, seamlessly threading through the entire desolate Panwu Realm.

Where the mother river passes, chaos retreats, and hidden beneath the chaos, Dao Rhyme emerges thread by thread, like silk, like thread, like a curse, like a mark.

The Spirit Light shooting from the center of his brow steadily settles at the source of the mother river, like a seed falling into the most fertile chaotic soil.

A sacred aura quietly burgeons, pure, vast, supreme...

...

Time flows in silence.

The Spirit Light at the source of the mother river grows more sacred and mysterious.

[It] is born!

Like a newly risen sun, yet carrying the Dao Rhyme of life’s origin, it subtly guides the river’s profundity.

Countless Dao Principles, endless essence, Chaos Origin... all concentrate, gather, and settle upon it.

Chen Sheng remains seated in calm, his gaze silently fixed on the source:

"In the beginning, there was a god, named—Primordial Creator."

As his voice falls, the mother river shudders suddenly.

The flow becomes more rapid, Dao Principle runes shine brilliantly, and the essence of heaven and earth grows heavier.

A tremendous creative power quietly brews in the depths of the mother river.

Pressed to its utmost.

Finally—

"Profound Yin—"

A Dao sound rises from the deepest part of the mother river, echoing from within that divine Spirit Light.

Low, rich, bearing the force to penetrate the heavens, and span the epochs.

It resounds throughout the Panwu Realm’s sky.

"Profound Yin—"

The second sound, more magnificent, more distant.

Where the Dao sound travels, chaos mists completely evaporate, the heavens and earth tremble, and the supreme power bursts forth entirely.

In Chen Sheng’s eyes flashes a bit of understanding, he softly whispers a word:

"Scatter."

Boom————

A world-shaking explosion, origin blooms.

The core Spirit Light of the mother river suddenly shatters, holy brilliance floods like a tide, sweeping across the entire mother river, then slowly descending.

The brilliance falls strand by strand like stars, dropping into the mother river.

Each strand transforms into a small, complete world, floating within the river, forming heaven and earth, generating mountains, plants, Spiritual Springs, land...

The barren void finally gains life and contour.

And amidst the myriad radiance——

Seven most massive, most brilliant lights, at the moment of falling into the mother river, suddenly gather.

Transforming into seven indescribable shadows.

Without fixed form, resembling mist, resembling smoke, like silhouettes of the void, flowing with a murky halo, at times twisted mist, at times writhing chaos.

More like ancient nightmares sleeping for eons, enveloped by uncanny Dao Rhyme that carries an oppressive sense of splitting the Heart Spirit.

Huff—

Squeak—

Chaotic Dao sounds emit from the seven shadows, unlike human voices, unlike beastly roars, carrying unspeakable obscurity and madness.

Like low murmurs from the abyss, chaos roars, causing mother river flows to stall, and Dao Principles to warp and disorder.

At this moment.

The vast, unbounded Profound Yin mother river spanning the Panwu Realm trembles fiercely.

Gradually splitting.

Splitting into two.

Two into four.

Four into seven.

Finally transforming into seven separate yet faintly connected river realms.

Each river realm corresponds to a shadow.

Each shadow governs a section of the origin.

Seven distinct energies radiate unique bizarre oppression, entwining to form a fearful scene dared not to be gazed upon.

Indescribable, unrepresentable, unnamable, even a brief glance would cause beings to lose sanity.

Chen Sheng gazes at the scene before him, his expression remains calm, he only gently nods:

"A new era has commenced."

...

As ages pass, thirty thousand years in a blink.

In the small Panwu Palace, immortal light suffuses, Jade Tier chills rise.

Mei Sen’s aura remains calm as an abyss, the formerly sharp and unruly temperament now bears a more rounded depth.

The fluctuation of Dharma Seed steadily roots within him, without the slightest trace of superficiality.