Chapter 938 - 662: Reincarnation

The back courtyard was lush with greenery, a few old locust trees twisted and spread their branches, casting a dense shadow like a canopy, enveloping the entire courtyard in a refreshing green ambiance.

The wind rustled through the leaves, adding a touch of tranquility.

Red Wood hurried through the winding corridors, heading straight to the back courtyard to pay respects to his father.

But just as he stepped into the courtyard, his gaze fell on the figure standing under the corridor, and he suddenly froze.

It was as if he was pulled back by an invisible rope, his entire body stiffened and he couldn’t take another step.

"Father?"

He called softly, his voice carrying a hint of unnoticeable bewilderment.

But in his heart, waves surged with relentless intensity.

In the eyes of ordinary mortals, his father under the corridor appeared no different from normal days, but there was an added sense of serene spirit between his brows.

Yet, in the eyes of Red Wood, who was indeed a cultivator of Dao Foundation Realm, his father had undergone an earth-shattering transformation, seemingly a different person.

The most direct observation was the immense vitality like rivers and seas.

Majestic, heavy, and incessantly surging, not inferior to those hardened demon beasts in the depths of the wilderness.

A mere mortal body hiding such terrifying life essence was already astonishing.

What startled him more was his father’s mental aura.

On the surface, it seemed no different from the common folk, devoid of any mana fluctuation, without any Divine Sense emanation.

Yet, when Red Wood focused his mind, he felt the person in front of him, like an abyssal valley, hiding endless unknowns beneath its calm, unfathomable!

"This is not Divine Sense..."

"How could this be..."

"What exactly is the situation?"

Red Wood’s heart raced, instinctively activating his own secret technique to try to unravel the anomaly before him.

However, as the secret technique unfolded, the results returned made his heart sink.

The predictive technique, usually successful and insightful, had completely failed at this moment.

In front of him was a blank slate, like fog veiling lofty towers, nothing could be discerned, nothing could be calculated.

Logically speaking, he was already a cultivator at Dao Foundation Realm, predicting a mere mortal should be as easy as observing palm patterns.

Their past, lifespan, emotional fluctuations should all be plain to see, with no secrets hidden.

"Even predicting a fellow cultivator at Dao Foundation Realm should yield some insights."

"To completely block my predictions, leaving me unaware... only someone like my master - the Purple Mansion True Master, could achieve this."

Suddenly, a thought exploded like thunder in his mind.

Red Wood’s pupils shrank, his heart racing uncontrollably:

"Could it be..."

"Father... has he reincarnated and is cultivating anew?!"

As the direct disciple of the Purple Mansion True Master, having been influenced by his teachings, he knew some secrets of High Tier cultivators.

The Purple Mansion True Master, with profound cultivation, can condense True Spirit, and with Subtle Technique, can reincarnate and cultivate anew after the decline of lifespan.

After reincarnation, starting anew, but if the memory awakens, one can progress rapidly, returning to peak, possibly exceeding previous limits.

However, reincarnation also has significant limits, the mystery within the womb becomes increasingly difficult to awaken, ultimately cleansing past memories, becoming a mortal.

The more Red Wood thought, the more he was convinced; the more he thought, the more he felt the truth could only be this.

Father was originally a mortal, without even spiritual apertures, who would bother to lay such profound techniques on an ordinary mortal?

In all the world, only a reincarnated Purple Mansion True Master could explain such anomalies.

...

Under the corridor.

Chen Sheng slowly turned around, his gaze falling on his eldest son.

At this moment, Red Wood had already restrained his mana, appearing no different from a mortal, except his aura was more ethereal.

But in the reflection of the mind, Chen Sheng could perceive more mysteries hidden by his son.

In his eyes, Red Wood was surrounded by phenomena, brilliant light circulating, Golden Qi entwining, Spiritual Mist gathering, and complicated Dao Patterns slowly swirling on his body.

At the deepest part of all phenomena, there stood a solid, resplendent golden mountain, shining with boundless golden light, heavy and dignified.

Chen Sheng’s heart moved slightly:

"This is... the Dao Principle of Gold?"

"No, it’s more condensed and fundamental than mere Gold Element Law... could this be what cultivators in this world call Dao Foundation?"

...

Thus, the father and son faced each other from afar, you looked at me, I looked at you, momentarily speechless.

The old locust trees rustled lightly, the wind passed silently, and the courtyard was silent, needle-dropping audible.

After a long time, Red Wood finally broke the silence, his voice slightly astringent, with a hint of unease:

"Father, are you... are you still my father?"

Chen Sheng heard and slightly raised an eyebrow, his tone still casual as in the past:

"I am naturally your father, why? Now that your cultivation is high, your wings are strong, and you don’t want to recognize your father?"

Red Wood’s heart tightened, quickly bowing and saluting, not daring to lift his head, repeatedly responding:

"I dare not! The child dare not!"

In his heart, he had already concluded that the person before him was the reincarnated Purple Mansion True Master.

But even if truly a True Master of the past life, awakened in this life, he was still the biological father who gave him birth and nurtured him, blood ties, their relationship could not be severed.

Moreover, seeing father still maintaining his previous attitude, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

He was in a difficult situation, walking on thin ice.

His master suddenly fell, the Great Feather Grotto Heaven forcibly disbanded, sect mates dispersed, not to mention constantly guarding against his master’s enemies seeking revenge.

If he suddenly had a Purple Mansion True Master as a backing by his side, and was his own father, it would undoubtedly be an unexpected blessing.

In the future, he would have a real reliance!

...

Time quietly flowed, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.

The return of Red Wood, the eldest son, was undoubtedly a timely rain for Chen Sheng.

Especially this kid, obviously misunderstanding something, becoming more respectful, personally serving him.

He even brought out the treasures, books, spiritual objects, and elixir pills taken from the Great Feather Grotto Heaven, offering them all up without withholding a thing.

At this point, Chen Sheng was seated at the desk in the study, fingers flipping through and browsing a scroll of cultivation notes.

As he read, a hint of realization gradually crossed between his brows:

"Reincarnation and cultivation anew..."

"Turns out this world even has places like the Netherworld and reincarnation."

"No wonder Red Wood has been so generous lately, serving and offering treasures, thinking I am the reincarnated Purple Mansion True Master."

"Offering the grotto’s treasures, wanting me to quickly regain strength?"

Chen Sheng chuckled inwardly:

"I was initially pondering how to fabricate a reasonable identity, to mislead others."

"Now it’s all settled, Red Wood delivers such a misunderstanding, saving me plenty of effort."

He chuckled softly, his gaze falling on the words "reincarnation and cultivation anew," shaking his head slightly.

"This dimension is indeed unique, having such special dimensional rules."

"In the previous two dimensions experienced, there were never concepts like this."

What he relied on to traverse dimensions was the reincarnation power of the Hundred Generations Book.

If cultivators in this world could reincarnate themselves, then the unique advantage of his Hundred Generations Book would certainly be greatly weakened.

"However, fortunately, this world’s reincarnation methods are quite flawed... incomparable to the reincarnation of my Hundred Generations Book."

"With this thought, the advantage still persists."

Chen Sheng lifted the teacup on the table, sipped gently, his gaze slightly focused, another doubt arose:

"Yet, if a Purple Mansion True Master reincarnates, and like me, is born without spiritual apertures, how should one restart cultivation?"

Indeed, in this world, to be born with spiritual apertures is rare, one in tens of thousands.

The vast majority of mortals spend their lives without any relation to spiritual apertures.

This thought just arose, him gently suppressing it.

"Since even reincarnation exists, I assume in the eyes of this world’s top cultivators, establishing apertures isn’t much of a task."

"The cultivation common sense obtained from the whereabouts of the fourth, in the end, is just the understanding of bottom-level, ordinary cultivators, unlikely to touch upon the true mysteries of the Great Dao."

With these thoughts, Chen Sheng picked up another scroll of notes, continued to study diligently.

The secrets of this world were far deeper than he initially imagined.

Reincarnation, Netherworld, spiritual apertures, Dao Foundation, Purple Mansion... within them lay the rules and foundations of this dimension, worthy of his slow exploration.