Chapter 955 - 679: The Serpent and the Monk

In the quiet room of the Spirit Realm, the seated Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of pent-up turbid air.

Having just faced the terrifying presence of the Taiyin Immortal Monarch, he was truly shaken to his core.

He even entertained the extreme thought of self-immolation, considering reincarnation to avoid this unknown calamity.

For the first time since his cultivation began, someone had vaguely hinted at his origins, seemingly seeing through his identity as a visitor from an otherworldly dimension.

Briefly calming his heart spirit, Chen Sheng pondered silently.

"Thinking it over now, it’s probably a misunderstanding."

"The other party’s mention of ’otherworldly’ likely refers to unconnected dimensions within the Sea of Dimensions, not the understanding that I come from beyond the Sea of Dimensions."

Even so, the foundations and authority displayed by the True Monarch Golden Core of that world still left him deeply shocked.

Initially, he thought that the pursuit of Golden Position and certifying the Dao merely corresponded to the condensation of a Dao Seed and achieving the rank of a Tribulation Crossing Daoist Monarch.

But having seen the configuration of the Golden Position firsthand, it completely overturned his perceptions.

"In that world, the Purple Mansion Realm actually encompasses both the Integration and Crossing the Tribulation levels of cultivation."

"Once one ascends to the Golden Position, it is equivalent to being a Mahayana Venerable. With the support of the Golden Position’s source authority, the influence on dimensions is far beyond that of an ordinary Mahayana."

He recalled the three figures on the Vulnerable Moon Golden Position, secretly comparing:

"The more Golden Positions one controls, the stronger the cultivation and combat power."

"The Taiyin Fuwei Xianjun occupies both the Vulnerable Moon and Kuimu Golden Positions, with foundations and authority far exceeding the other two True Monarchs of the same star, which is the best proof."

As thoughts flowed, he couldn’t help but become curious.

"I wonder how many Golden Positions are needed to touch the threshold of becoming a True Immortal?"

Having seen the underlying rules of the Sea of Dimensions, Chen Sheng no longer doubted that this peculiar world inherently contained the supreme opportunity to nurture a True Immortal.

He shook his head; he wasn’t even a Mahayana yet, far from reaching that level.

"Daydreams are useless; one cannot let lower realm thinking influence judgment."

His thoughts returned to those unoccupied stars.

"[Void Sun], [Tail Fire], [Room Fire]... and [Reincarnation]"

"These Golden Positions are currently ownerless; it seems that the path of cultivation for my next life is likely to respond here."

His gaze returned to the pages of the Hundred Generations Book, where a line of faint golden script continued to clearly appear:

"[Dimensional Sea Reincarnation Passage detected, do you wish to enter?]"

In an instant, countless pieces of information poured from the pages into his heart spirit, forming clear pathways in his mind.

"Entering this passage allows direct entry into the Netherworld reincarnation, with immediate rebirth."

Chen Sheng carefully deduced the pros and cons.

"This dimension is similar to the Vast Continent, yet the young version of the [Hundred Generations Book] I hold is far inferior to the original [Hundred Generations Book]."

"Relying on the [Hundred Generations Book] for cycles requires long years of accumulation."

Chen Sheng couldn’t help but recall his counterpart on the Vast Continent.

In the past, he died in mutual annihilation with a True Dragon prodigy, still imprisoned and painstakingly awaiting the next chance for reincarnation.

"But this dimension is blessed, with the Reincarnation Golden Position controlling the Netherworld’s order."

"Walking this route of reincarnation requires no long waits, allowing direct rebirth and a fresh start."

"Compared to the Vast Continent, where I wait for a cycle each time, which could take tens of thousands of years..."

"In this world, I could cycle countless times, possibly even achieving Golden Position certifying the Dao by now."

What concerned Chen Sheng more was the key point:

"The Netherworld’s cyclical path remarkably disregards bloodline inheritance constraints."

"Like the reincarnation of Purple Mansion cultivators of that world, all are reborn through random birth."

"Those reincarnated from the Purple Mansion must specialize in Reincarnation Secret Techniques to qualify for rebirth, yet I am spared this step of arduous cultivation."

"Moreover, with the protection of the Hundred Generations Book, I need not fear the Reincarnation Womb Enigma—something that terrifies the Purple Mansion cultivators of that world, and won’t bear the risk of reincarnation failure."

Understanding all these critical points, a rare hint of joy emerged in Chen Sheng’s heart:

"No matter how one looks at it, it’s an immensely good fortune."

"Existing in this dimension, even if I have no descendants to pass on my legacy, I need not worry about halting my path, unable to restart the road of cultivation."

Looking again at the floating golden inquiry text on the Hundred Generations Book, Chen Sheng’s gaze was resolute, his heart firmly exclaiming:

"Yes!"

...

World of Water.

In the dim, jade-green depths, an eggshell of pristine white gently cracked open a seam.

Fragments of the shell fell away, and a tender, slender little form leisurely swam out from the shell.

Hiss—

A weak hissing sound dispersed through the water.

Chen Sheng’s consciousness awoke, scanning his own form, only to feel a bit helpless.

"To think I’ve become a water snake, innately ignorant without spiritual intelligence, thoroughly a mundane beast of the mortal world."

He couldn’t help but inwardly complain:

"My descendants are truly careless; could it be they’re even casually bonding with wild mother snakes?"

The next moment, his thoughts shifted, and he abruptly realized, instantly enlightened.

It was he who had misunderstood.

This time, he wasn’t following the bloodline reincarnation path of the Hundred Generations Book, but rather borrowing the heavenly path route of the Netherworld Reincarnation Golden Position of this dimension.

"So that’s it; no wonder it’s completely indeterminate, genuinely random rebirth."

He soon reached a sense of peace, regaining tranquility in his eyes.

"A beast is as a beast does. On the cultivation path, what matter the form? No need for pretension."

Feeling the frail, tender form of this young snake, Chen Sheng settled his mind.

"For now, I must remain low-key and dormant, seek blood food to temper the flesh, shed the mortal coil quickly, and grow rapidly before embarking on the path of cultivation."

...

The years passed quietly without a sound.

In a flash, two years slipped by with the flick of a finger.

On the lake’s heart, water waves surged continuously.

A giant snake, entirely fiery red, was fiercely entangled in battle with a spirit turtle.

The clash of scales and shells resounded with a clang.

The waves collapsed thunderously, water splashing in all directions.

High in the void.

A barefoot monk with an exposed chest, looking carefree and unrestrained.

He was passing by this place, happening to glimpse the combat scene on the lake.

He paused, stood with his hands behind his back, and a hint of curiosity crossed his eyes:

"This turtle has a hint of True Dragon bloodline, barely making it into the category of a Spirit Beast."

"The red snake’s body is extraordinarily vast, seemingly due to mistakenly consuming heavenly treasures, ultimately just a mundane Exotic Beast."

"Ordinary beasts would flee far upon sensing the Spirit Beast’s aura."

"But this snake actively seeks conflict, how truly interesting!"

"Heh heh, let’s just see the outcome."

"The victor will accompany me back to the mountain and become the mountain gate guardian."

After a fierce fight, the dust settled.

The red snake cleverly and cunningly fought and killed the spirit turtle.

This outcome surprised the monk greatly.

He initially favored the spirit turtle, having the blood of a dragon, capable of stepping onto the path of cultivation and worthy of nurturing potential.

But the mundane snake, with its natural lifespan, would wither away with time, ultimately turning to dust, not worth the effort of cultivation.

The monk was contemplating in secret, watching the red snake coil on the lake, mouth wide like a snake swallowing an elephant, swallowing the entire spirit turtle whole.

Then its body sank, diving into the deep lake’s depths, slowly closing its vertical pupils, its red scales suddenly intensifying in radiance, a formidable surge of blood energy steamed up from the lake’s bottom.

The monk above in the void suddenly constricted his pupils, his expression dramatically changing:

"Secret Technique of the Flesh..."

"Could it be, it’s the reincarnation body of an Arhat?"