Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Chapter 814: Chapter 569: Thirty-Three Heavens, Part 2

No problem.

Thinking this way, Chen Wanhong also splashed around in this Washing Pool for a long time, until his physical body underwent a cleansing comparable to that of an ordinary person. Then he emerged from the pool and pursued the small path that appeared behind it.

Beyond the Washing Pool lay the Weak Water Celestial River.

When Chen Wanhong reached this place, the figures of Chen Zhixing and Wang Chuan were already nowhere to be seen. Before him was a three-hundred-mile expanse of the Weak Water Riverbank, which was not the calm and tranquil flow he had imagined, but a torrent of surging waves like a celestial floodgate.

"If it were an ordinary person who had their physical body and mana washed away, how could they possibly cross these three hundred miles of Weak Water?"

Chen Wanhua wiped his face in front of the riverbank, then tried to use mana to fly over the river.

The next second.

Plop.

Just as he reached the river’s edge, Chen Wanhong fell into the water again.

This time was different from his time in the Washing Pool. He could still use his mana, but he couldn’t fly over this Weak Water. Even with the use of mana, he could only move through the river like an ordinary person, at most maintaining his physical strength without exhaustion. As for summoning a Water Dragon to carry him across, that was out of the question.

It wasn’t that Chen Wanhong couldn’t summon it, but that the Water Dragon he summoned sank deeper and dissipated immediately. Let alone carrying him across, the Water Dragon couldn’t even keep itself from sinking!

Faced with this, Chen Wanhong was genuinely dumbfounded.

No mana, no physical body, no divine technique.

Yet he was supposed to swim across these three hundred miles of Weak Water like a mortal?

...

Let’s leave Chen Wanhong hindered by the Celestial River, and focus on the two who had already crossed the Weak Water, now standing before the final threshold.

Before this threshold, Chen Zhixing was silent.

Knowing the nature of the third trial, Wang Chuan smiled at what lay before them and casually said:

"Do you see? The so-called Immortals have never regarded us as human. Even when they wish to leave a legacy among us Humans, they have to drive people to utter despair before offering any hope. If you haven’t given up despite this, you might have a chance to see one. Yet, even then, seeing them doesn’t guarantee receiving anything."

"Was it also like this for the forebears of the Celestial Saint Palace?"

"Perhaps even worse."

"How so?"

"Back then, more than a million people crossed into the Immortal Realm over tens of thousands of years, yet not a single one became Immortal."

"That truly is despairing."

As they spoke, Chen Zhixing looked at the object before him, contemplating whether to pick it up. After a moment of thought, he shook his head.

"Forget it. I’ll wait for my family ancestor to arrive and let him choose for himself. I wonder if he’ll still have the determination to inherit the Great Dream Inheritance after seeing this."

"Well said!"

Thus, Chen Zhixing and Wang Chuan waited at the third gateway for seven days.

Seven days later, a figure with a pale face, weakened to the point of losing all spirits, climbed up from the cliff behind.

Yes, a cliff.

The Weak Water Celestial River was three hundred feet wide, and after swimming across, the cliff on the other side was also three hundred feet high.

If Chen Wanhong weren’t more than mortal, and if he hadn’t endured the wear of the Heart Inquiry and Celestial Path trials, but only cleansed himself and crossed the Weak Water, retaining some mana and Tao practice, he feared he couldn’t have scaled the three-hundred-foot cliff.

But was crossing this cliff truly a good thing?

When the despondent Chen Wanhong approached the two waiting at the third gate, upon seeing what was beside them, he couldn’t help but swallow and ask:

"What’s the third trial?"

"The third trial is right before you."

"Right before me?"

Chen Wanhong looked around but had to eventually stop and focus his gaze on the object beside the two.

It was a knife.

Beside the knife was a sentence.

Much like earlier at the Heart Inquiry Platform, where it was written ’After passing thirty gates, only the one whose mind is pristine can see the Immortal’, here it stated ’Only the one who meets the Immortal must not be brute, only the one who forgoes brute force can see the Immortal’, and similarly ’How can a mortal body meet the Immortal’s face, if you wish to see the Immortal, meet them with your soul.’

How can a mortal body meet the Immortal’s face, if you wish to see the Immortal, meet them with your soul!

"Is this asking me to take my own life?"

With disbelief, despair, and confusion, Chen Wanhong looked at Chen Zhixing beside him.

Seeing Chen Zhixing nod, this Chen Family Ancestor, trapped outside the Longevity Sect for two thousand years, smiled freely, picked up the long knife, and swung it towards his head.

With one stroke, his head fell.

A faint Soul Body appeared and, nodding to Chen Zhixing, drifted towards the gate.

Leaving only the words "Wait for my return."

Seeing this, Chen Zhixing couldn’t help but frown.

Wang Chuan noticed and sighed.

"Rest assured, the three hundred scattered gang winds at the gate were taken by the Celestial Saint during the first arrival. Now, only void remains at the gate. Even if Chen Wanhong can’t endure, he won’t be at risk of perishing. Let’s both wait here for a while."

"I’m not worried about the ancestor’s safety."

"Oh?" Wang Chuan curiously looked at Chen Zhixing, "Then what are you worried about?"

"I’m just thinking, since the corpse of that Immortal is not buried at the gate, is there really a Great Dream Inheritance behind it?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan only smiled without speaking.

...

Is there an Inheritance behind the gate?

Yes!

Immortals may have their flaws, but when it comes to keeping promises, there’s no oversight.

They may set countless barriers on the path to obtaining their inheritance, ensuring no one can acquire it by normal means, but they would never set an empty inheritance site to disrupt hearts.

In Wang Chuan’s understanding, since it’s confirmed that no one can obtain the inheritance, placing it behind the gate makes no difference.

Or rather, if someone truly overcomes their barriers, what harm is there in granting the inheritance? It inflicts no loss on them, and they can even form a destined connection with a true genius.

In short, there is indeed an inheritance behind the gate.

But can Chen Wanhong truly obtain it?

The answer is no.

On the thirtieth day of Chen Wanhong entering the gate, while the two at the front enjoyed tea, the world around them suddenly flickered. Seeing this, Wang Chuan smiled at Chen Zhixing and said, "Your ancestor couldn’t hold on, activating the divine technique. Let’s refill this tea later."

"Indeed."

With Chen Zhixing’s nod, the world before them completely faded.

When they reopened their eyes,

they were back in the small courtyard where Chen Zhixing had just arrived.

The pot of tea was still brewing.

Behind the stove, Wang Chuan pointed to the teapot, a smile on his face.

Clearly, this Great Power from the Celestial Saint Palace wasn’t affected by Chen Wanhong’s ’Dream Awakening.’

Wang Chuan wasn’t affected, and naturally, Chen Zhixing wasn’t either.

Noticing his ancestor, Chen Wanhong, suddenly collapse behind him, mouth repeatedly gaping, Chen Zhixing merely sighed, walked over, and infused mana into Chen Wanhong’s body.

He also inquired:

"Ancestor, did you achieve your wish on this journey?"

"..."

No one answered.

At that moment, Chen Wanhong was only busy breathing, his vacant eyes staring at everything around, occasionally emitting strange cries amid heavy breathing.

As if he was lamenting or recounting to the world what he had encountered in the void of silence, empty and devoid of any sound, change, or ripple.

No one knew.