I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 622 - 485: Retracing the Past (Part 3)

"In the past, there were a hundred and eight siblings, except for the Ninth Brother and the Ninety-Fifth Sister, now only I am left."

To be honest, Chen Xixing himself never thought he could live to this day.

Obviously, he was the oldest, with the worst aptitude, first condensing a Fake Pill, then turning it into a Golden Core.

Yet he just wouldn’t die!

"Perhaps even heaven sees that my obsession is hard to dispel, unwilling to accept it!"

What supported Chen Xixing to live on was just that bit of obsession in his heart — waiting for his father to return.

...

Time flew by, and another half month passed.

One morning, a piece of bad news arrived — Ninety-Fifth Sister Chen Xiyuan exhausted her lifespan and passed away last night.

Hearing this, Chen Xixing froze, remained silent for a long while, with no excessive expressions on his aged face, only a flash of regret and numbness in the depths of his eyes.

Soon after, he personally organized the last funeral for the Ninety-Fifth Sister!

At the funeral, Chen Xihua wore a purple robe, stood tall, with condensed aura around him, having already achieved Nascent Soul Great Perfection, retaining his charm.

He walked beside Chen Xixing, gently grasping his elder brother’s thin hand, speaking softly:

"Elder Brother, take care of yourself! The Chen Clan still has us, we will definitely guard the family foundation left by our father."

Chen Xixing slowly nodded, his dry lips moved, but ultimately just turned into a sigh:

"Hmm!"

...

Three days later.

In a great hall, Chen Xixing sat cross-legged on a mat, his aura growing weaker, his eyes full of regret, he murmured:

"In the end, I couldn’t wait... Father, brothers and sisters... can only be entrusted to the Ninth Brother."

He picked up a Jade Scroll, his Divine Sense slowly infused into it, leaving his last words:

"With average aptitude, cultivating to seven hundred and thirteen years of age, Golden Core Perfection, though unable to reach the True Monarch realm, there are no regrets."

"I only hope father returns safely, if the Ninth Brother sees this, please burn paper to inform, it will ease the worries in my heart."

Putting down the Jade Scroll, Chen Xixing raised his head, looked out the window at Yunlan Mountain, his eyes full of yearning, murmuring to himself, as if speaking, yet also hoping:

"Father, the Chen Clan of Yunlan is doing well, after the Ninth Brother, two more Nascent Souls have emerged."

"Your child has average aptitude, but has kept the clan, earning some credit over the years, have you seen it?"

"I have seen it!"

A gentle and familiar voice abruptly sounded in the room.

Buzz~~

A golden light bloomed, spanning endless years and ages.

Finally, it coalesced into a figure in green clothes, with a gentle appearance, his aura ethereal yet vast, exactly the image of the ’Micro-Image True Monarch’.

Chen Sheng smiled at Chen Xixing, his eyes full of affection.

Chen Xixing’s eyes widened in shock, the turbid eyes burst with incredulous light, and tears immediately welled up, sliding down his aged cheeks.

He struggled to get up, but was supported by a gentle force, his voice trembling:

"You’ve returned... Father? Is it really you? I thought I wouldn’t see you again in this lifetime!"

Chen Sheng showed a warm smile, gently nodded, his voice so tender it could melt the frost of ages:

"Yes, I am back, I am back! I made you wait long."

With that, Chen Sheng lightly pointed with his finger.

In an instant, the aura around Chen Xixing fluctuated violently, rising rapidly, soon achieving Nascent Soul, his aura boundless and long-lasting.

At the same time, his elderly body visibly became younger, gray hair receded, wrinkles disappeared, like a withered tree meeting spring.

Chen Xixing felt the surging power inside him, looked at his hands which had become young again:

"Am I... Am I not dreaming? Is this real?"

Chen Sheng paused slightly in his heart, but still smiled gently, his tone firm:

"How could there be such a real dream! As your father has already attained the Dao, this return is to make you carefree."

...

From then on, a figure in a green robe appeared on Yunlan Mountain.

Chen Sheng, taking the identity of Micro-Image Daoist, stayed by Chen Xixing’s side, guiding his cultivation, chatting leisurely with him.

Together, they watched the clouds roll and the sun set, rekindling the family affection they had once lost, warm and long-lasting.

In the blink of an eye, a century rushed by.

Chen Sheng originally wanted to continue this illusory warmth for a longer time.

But in the end, it was Chen Xixing who smiled at him, his eyes clear and transparent as he spoke:

"Father, a hundred-year dream, like an illusion, your child is content, it’s time to wake up."

With that, the light and shadow around him gradually became illusory, turning into specks of Spirit Light, slowly dissipating in front of Chen Sheng, merging into the world.

Leaving only a gentle voice lingering in the ears: "Father, take care..."

...

On Mang Mountain, inside the Mountain God Temple.

Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, the warmth from before faded, leaving only complexity, as if with sighs, and as if with sadness.

He murmured in his heart, with a trace of wistfulness:

"In the end, it is just an illusory trace, like flowers in a mirror, moon in water, fleeting in an instant."

"All that exists, is like bubbles, like a dream, like dew, also like lightning."

"Xixing has already left... I haven’t changed anything!"

He raised his hand to lightly stroke the Golden Seal in his palm, revealing cracks, evidently the source was hurt.

"When truth reaches its limit it becomes illusion, when illusion reaches its end it becomes truth, truth and illusion have no boundary, the illusory and real are the same source!"

"Now my cultivation is lacking, but one day I may transform illusion into reality, transcending the constraints of truth and illusion!"

With that thought, in Chen Sheng’s heart, the boundary between reality and illusion seemed to have a brand new understanding.

The Dao Rhyme around him changed with it, his aura became increasingly ethereal and vast, like a bright moon, infinitely dreamy!

Beside him, the Mang Mountain Monarch, frozen in place, his soul body shivered, not daring to breathe deeply, only endless awe in his heart.

"Probably even an Immortal descending to the world wouldn’t be more so than this!"