Chapter 426: Chapter 366 New World: My Name is ’Jiangg Xian’! 【Vote for monthly tickets!】
"Mysterious God Scroll."
"Hanging Mirror Immortal Palace."
The levels involved were far too profound, even using the Divine Skill ’Dayan Divination Method,’ Chen Jichuan couldn’t unravel it, and nearly brought disaster upon himself in the process.
Not something suitable to bring up with Chen Shaohu.
"Hmm."
"Fourth Brother, be cautious out there."
Chen Shaohu was curious and concerned, but being older and steadier, he didn’t probe further.
He also didn’t shout about wanting to offer advice or help.
Instead, he quietly accompanied his Fourth Brother over drinks, chatting casually about recent major and minor events in the Seven Mysterious Sect and Fire Dragon Cave, as well as discussing family matters.
The night grew deep.
Chen Shaohu drank heavily, eventually passing out on the stone table in a drunken sleep.
"Black Prison."
"Mysterious Realm."
Chen Jichuan’s mind wandered as he looked at Chen Shaohu.
Leisurely sipping his wine, he began recalling his escape from Black Prison and his current entanglement in the Mysterious Realm.
A smile unwittingly surfaced, and his heart filled with fighting spirit—
"I escaped from Black Prison before."
"I’ll surely escape the Mysterious Realm today!"
...
The dangers following the Mysterious Realm hadn’t affected Chen Jichuan extensively.
The day after returning to Seven Mysterious Mountain, he resumed his cultivation as usual.
Occasionally he would guide Chen Shaohu.
Other times he would instruct disciples such as those in Wang Cheng.
He was also digesting his sixth Dao Fruit, along with the recently acquired thirty-two Affiliated Dao Fruits.
"0th-order Mortal."
"First-order Qi Refinement."
"Second-order Enlightenment."
These three stages were already well-traveled territory for Chen Jichuan, thoroughly mastered and consolidated.
Now, he merely revisited them briefly.
His primary focus was on the Divinity Transformation Stage.
Speaking of it.
Chen Jichuan had traversed the Divinity Transformation Stage twice before. In his first life, he ascended to Divinity Transformation with the help of ’Immortal Vine Fruit.’ Over two lifetimes, he reached the Peak of Divinity Transformation relying on ’Qilin Treasure Medicine.’
His understanding of the Divinity Transformation Realm was not entirely comprehensive, and his foundation remained average.
His dominance across the stars was owed to his Cultivation Techniques and magical skills.
For example, during the Independent Immortal Tribulations.
The Independent Immortal Tribulations tested not only combat ability and Divine Skills, but also the foundation, Daoist mastery, and Dao heart of the cultivator.
In combat and foundational prowess, Chen Jichuan performed decently—especially in combat, where his strength rivaled Fourth-order Great Powers, leaving him far from weak.
Even against Ten Tribulations or Eleven Tribulations Independent Immortals, he could strike them down effortlessly; his capabilities were as strong as those of a Twelve Tribulations Independent Immortal.
Perhaps even stronger.
Logically, having overcome the eleventh round of Independent Immortal Tribulations, the twelfth round shouldn’t pose any significant threat to him.
But reality proved otherwise.
Combat power alone did not equate to everything.
Even while at the Peak of Divinity Transformation, Chen Jichuan could contend with Fourth-order Great Powers in battle, but that did not necessarily mean his Daoist mastery was on the same level. He was still unable to break through to Fourth-order.
Combat strength was combat strength.
Daoist mastery was Daoist mastery.
The Independent Immortal Tribulation largely tested the latter—the Dao heart combined with Daoist comprehension.
The manifestation of tribulation was ’Heavenly Lightning,’ but within the layers of thunder, there were tests for the Dao heart, examinations from the heavens and earth.
Chen Jichuan vividly remembered when he faced the twelfth round of the Independent Immortal Tribulation: as bolts of thunder descended, waves of illusions unfurled, attempting to disrupt his Dao heart.
His Dao heart was steadfast and unshaken.
However, doubts surfaced from the depths of his mind, as if heaven and earth were questioning his Dao. These doubts troubled him, muddling his mind. If one’s Daoist mastery was profound enough and their understanding of heaven and earth sufficient, all the questions would effortlessly resolve themselves.
But Chen Jichuan lacked such mastery.
The layers of questioning plagued his thoughts, and in the critical moments of crossing the tribulation, while his Dao heart was resolute, his consciousness became clouded. Like an ignorant fool, he could barely operate his mana instinctively—how could he endure the relentless Heavenly Tribulations?
As a result, he ultimately perished under the tribulations, failing to ascend to Twelve Tribulations.
"Ten Tribulations Independent Immortal is equivalent to just entering Fourth-order."
"Eleven Tribulations and Twelve Tribulations are even higher tiers."
"Looking at it time-wise, it’s only been a thousand years since I ascended to Ten Tribulations Independent Immortal, and I’ve already reached the realm and prowess of Eleven Tribulations—that’s rather commendable."
"As for the twelfth tribulation, there are countless Independent Immortals across the starry sky who haven’t achieved it. I’m just one of many; it’s nothing to be ashamed of."
Chen Jichuan maintained a positive mindset.
He didn’t see it as an unjust suppression.
The Independent Immortal Path always carried a sliver of hope, far more challenging than the orthodox paths.
Take the Starry Sky World for instance.
A hundred thousand years might yield one Fourth-order Great Power.
But the probability of producing Twelve Tribulations Independent Immortals was significantly lower; perhaps only once per million years.
If it were possible to overcome solely with high combat power, or through external aids like Magical Treasures or Pills, then heaven and earth would be far too lenient.
The Independent Immortal Path wouldn’t be a ’narrow chance’ of survival—it would become a ’broad chasm’ of survival.
Anyone could enter and exit freely!
"When longevity reaches its end."
"Yet one can rise from death to life again, return to the living, and regain youth—no matter how arduous, it’s well worth it."
Chen Jichuan shook his head, suppressing the faint trace of regret lingering in his heart.
...
Setting aside such thoughts, Chen Jichuan focused on the newly formed Dao Fruit within his consciousness sea.
Twice attaining Divinity Transformation, he considered his grasp of the Divinity Transformation Realm incomplete.
But this was relative.
Compared to his previous understanding of Qi Refinement or Enlightenment stages, his mastery was yet unrefined.
However, when contrasted with typical cultivators of the Divinity Transformation Realm or newly ascended Fourth-order individuals, Chen Jichuan was leagues ahead.
Still, that wasn’t enough.
"I have time; comparing myself to others is mere bullying."
"After all, cultivation is a matter of self-improvement, and longevity is one’s own pursuit."
"I only need to measure myself against my own progress."
Chen Jichuan immersed himself in comprehending the Dao Fruit.
Previously entangled within the intricacies of cultivation and trials, many mysteries remained opaque to him, elusive to his understanding.
"As the saying goes, ’Only because I’m amidst these mountains, the clouds obscure my view.’"
Now, standing removed from the layered mists, observing externally while reflecting inwardly—comparing and validating insights with Independent Immortal Dao Fruits, he extracted the essence and identified the flaws.
Through this process, Chen Jichuan’s perception of the Divinity Transformation Stage rapidly crystallized, his inspirations blossomed, resolving long-held doubts.
Errors from his past were pinpointed and understood.
"Ah, so that was it."
"This is wonderful."
"How ingenious!"
"So it can be done like this?!"
...
Chen Jichuan was wholly engrossed, gaining manifold insights daily—thousands, tens of thousands times beyond his previous days.
Once blinded by proximity.
Now perceptive as an observer.
The differing perspective, coupled with altered mentality, naturally yielded entirely distinct results.
Time swept by speedily.
Three months elapsed in the blink of an eye.
On this day.
"Foundation solidified."
"Divinity Transformation understood."
"The time has come."
With a thought, Chen Jichuan plunged into the Eighth World.
...
[Ding!]
[Arrived in the New World, testing in progress...]
[Testing complete.]
[Time flow ratio between the current world and the Master world is 400:1]
[Master descending, 5...4...3...2...1]
Mind fused into lotus.
The sky spun, the earth swirled.
Opening his eyes, he found himself amid an entirely fresh world.
...
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dazed and disoriented, his ears were met with the howling of wild winds.
Chen Jichuan opened his eyes and saw clouds below and himself standing atop a sword.
Before him stood a white-robed middle-aged man, hands clasped behind his back, riding the sword through the wind.
Beside him, a youth dressed in coarse hemp garments and remarkably handsome features stretched his neck, curiously surveying the world around, his eyes brimming with wonder.
"Jiang Xian, you’re awake!"
The youth noticed Chen Jichuan opening his eyes and instantly beamed with delight.
"Zhang Yu?"
Feigning naivety, Chen Jichuan mentally sorted through the memories in the body.
Jiang Xian.
Zhang Yu.
Zhang Family Village.
Broken Grass Temple.
Zichuan King.
Illegitimate child.
Taizhen Sword Immortal.
...
Images flickered through his mind, quickly offering clarity regarding this body’s circumstances.
In this life, he bore the name ’Jiang Xian,’ an outsider to the Zhang Family Village, raised alone with his mother.
Four years ago, his mother fell gravely ill.
To earn money for her treatment, ’Jiang Xian’ worked various grueling jobs, even as a miner, which quickly broke down his body.
Earlier this year, Jiang’s mother passed away.
In deep sorrow, ’Jiang Xian’ fell ill himself.
His condition had just improved in recent days when someone claiming to be a great general from the Zichuan Royal Mansion, named ’Sun Qi,’ arrived at Zhang Family Village to find Jiang Xian.
The man claimed Jiang Xian was the son of Zichuan King in Great Zhou, sent by him to retrieve the young prince back to the kingdom.
Jiang Xian believed it was a scam.
So he went to his friend ’Zhang Yu,’ and the two youths hid in a dilapidated grass temple at the village’s edge, discussing how to deal with the situation. However, before they reached a conclusion, a few loud explosions occurred in Zhang Family Village, and the entire place was flattened by a gigantic palm.
No one survived.
Jiang Xian and Zhang Yu, due to their secluded location or perhaps other reasons, narrowly escaped with their lives.
The two had no idea what was happening.
What followed were scenes of gods clashing above, shaking the nearby Porcupine Ridge to pieces.
The youths were utterly terrified, both rendered speechless.
Jiang Xian, already weak, fainted outright.
And died in his unconscious state.
This led to Chen Jichuan possessing the body.
Everything after the fainting, including the death, was beyond Jiang Xian’s knowledge.
But just before passing out, Jiang Xian witnessed a streak of golden light descending. Jiang Xian didn’t know what the golden light was, yet Chen Jichuan recognized it immediately from his memory—
...
"Sword light."
"Sword Control Technique."
Chen Jichuan glanced at the middle-aged man flying ahead, silently pondering.
By his estimation.
Jiang Xian was most likely the illegitimate son of Zichuan King from Great Zhou, abandoned far from his lineage.
Zichuan King had sent his subordinate General Sun Qi to retrieve Jiang Xian back for recognition and acceptance.
But adversaries of Sun Qi, Zichuan King, or perhaps individuals opposing Jiang Xian’s return, had followed closely behind, dragging their feud to Zhang Family Village.
These enemies annihilated the entire Zhang Family Village before engaging Sun Qi in battle.
Then, the ’Taizhen Sword Immortal’ intervened, rescuing Jiang Xian and Zhang Yu from the ruins of Zhang Family Village.
As for the outcome of the battle and Sun Qi’s fate, Jiang Xian knew nothing.
Chen Jichuan had no way of discerning either.
...
"Thank goodness!"
"Everyone in the village is gone; my parents are dead too. Now, Zhang Family Village only has the two of us. I was terrified you might have been lost too!"
Zhang Yu, seeing his companion awakened, threw himself forward with tearful sobs, speaking without pause.
He talked of Zhang Family Village.
He talked of his parents.
The farther he went, the more the tears cascaded down his cheeks.
"Everything’s gone?"
Chen Jichuan feigned a blank expression, though inwardly he chuckled.
The moment he woke, Zhang Yu appeared as an inquisitive boy peering around in fascination—hardly resembling someone afraid or grieving the loss of his entire family.
This resilience far surpassed that of the original Jiang Xian.
"Yes, all gone."
"Everyone’s dead."
"Waaaaah~"
Zhang Yu, ignorant of his friend’s change, grew increasingly sorrowful, crying louder and louder.
"It’s alright."
"Things will get better."
Chen Jichuan placated Zhang Yu casually, his attention fixed on the Sword Controlling elder before him: "Sword Immortal?"
Despite his weakened cultivation, the ’Insight Skill’ wasn’t completely lost, and his perception remained sharp.
A single glance revealed—
"Mortals are ignorant and prone to exaggeration."
"Judging from the Sword Control Technique used, this man is, at best, a peak True Person."
"He doesn’t reach Divinity Transformation-level."
Still, to ordinary people, even a Qi Refining cultivator could earn the title ’Immortal Master.’
Such figures were like gods.
Calling Second-order True Persons ’Sword Immortals’ wasn’t surprising.
Chen Jichuan didn’t dwell on this detail; instead, he searched his memories for mentions of ’Taizhen’—
...