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Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

``` "Alas, this life is a failure; let's see what the next life holds." ... "The second life has ended, calculating results... Final rating: C+. Rewards based on rating: You may choose to inherit one item from Constitution, Skill, or Talent. Please select?" Hmm, I choose to inherit the Talent 'Dynamic Vision'." "Talent inherited... Congratulations on achieving the following lifetime achievements: Innate Grandmaster; Blessing of Many Offspring (10/10)" Achievement rewards: Two random rewards. You may draw from Constitution, Skill, or Talent, or choose to upgrade Talent level. Please select? ... A reborn individual, in possession of the treasure 'Hundred Lifetimes book', reincarnates within the Cultivation World, undergoing endless cycles of rebirth without the bloodline ending or the soul perishing! The family he established ten thousand years ago has now grown into a massive entity that spans the heavens. The disciple taken in casually eight thousand years ago ultimately became the founder of a Great Sect in the Immortal Realm. The pet raised three thousand years ago has evolved into an unparalleled Demon Saint of the Otherworld. ... I am Zhao Sheng, and I shall cultivate life after life until Ascension! ```

White-browed Arhat · 玄幻
分數不夠
272 Chs

Chapter 113: Origin Return Sect's Boundless Future

One month later, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jijian appeared outside Pocket World City.

After paying the city gate tax, the two followed the crowd, passed through the towering gate, and entered Pocket World City.

As soon as he entered the city, Zhao Sheng heard a uniform chant:

"Soul blood never dies, known as Mysterious Blood, the source of Mysterious Blood is spirit, everlasting and inexhaustible."

Looking towards the source of the sound, Zhao Sheng was momentarily stunned by what he saw.

He remembered that to the left of the city gate, there used to be a bustling row of shops, which had now been leveled and transformed into a square at an unknown time.

At this moment, the square was filled with people dressed in bright red robes, chanting slogans with an extremely fanatic and obsessed demeanor.

In front of the crowd was a high platform, on which stood a spirited, lean old man.