Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Chapter 841: Chapter 583: The Price

"Old Liu, how did you communicate with us mortals before coming to the Celestial Profound?"

"Mind Sensing."

"Mind Sensing, like exchanging thoughts?"

"No, it’s simply throwing what I want to say into their minds."

"...That’s somewhat brutal." Chen Zhixing thought about the chance of ordinary people dying from the forceful insertion of Divine Thought and couldn’t help rolling his eyes, "A thirty percent chance of death, ten percent chance of becoming an idiot; truly dangerous to communicate with you."

"At that time, I was a god."

"Are you saying this is the dignity of a God and Demon, that to communicate with you one must risk death?"

"...Yes." After a moment of silence, Divine Liu continued, "The world I come from differs from Celestial Profound; it’s not a single race ruling, but a resonance of all races. And I was born a deity, seldom interacting with others before cultivating into a Chaos Divine Demon."

"Born a deity, truly remarkable, remarkable..."

The conversation between them seemed to stall here.

Divine Liu floated on the tree trunk, while Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged beneath the tree.

In fact, there was little to discuss between them. To Divine Liu, Chen Zhixing was akin to those from the Original Realm, the believers sheltered under Divine Liu’s banner, only stronger in ability and talent. Meanwhile, Divine Liu was weakened and needed to maintain good relations with Chen Zhixing temporarily.

As for Chen Zhixing, his purpose for coming to see Divine Liu was solely driven by loneliness.

Yes, loneliness.

The loneliness of one who isolates themselves, stands atop the mountain, and is a being of a different kind...

Now across the entire Celestial Profound, perhaps only Divine Liu could be considered half his kin; the rest were merely fleeting trivialities amidst the passage of time.

This even included Yimiao.

After all, even the Daluo Saint Master had yet to resolve to cultivate the 36 Celestial Spirits Transformations.

Neither spoke a word.

After a long while, Chen Zhixing suddenly stood up and mused in a rather sunny tone:

"I’ve finally become a monster; neither my body nor humanity are what they once were."

"Such a pity."

"Yes, quite a pity."

...

In one’s life, there may be countless times of looking back, but only a few are truly unforgettable.

Once, when Chen Zhixing first entered the Celestial Profound, all he desired was to live peacefully within the Celestial Profound Realm, not to be manipulated by the Celestial Spider organization, nor to be annihilated by so-called righteous sects.

At some point, these past visions were already achieved, yet now he cannot stop.

Since he has reached the pinnacle of the realm, why not strive once more?

Whether Chaos Divine Demon or Daluo Golden Immortal.

If he doesn’t prove one of these paths, isn’t his visit to this world in vain?

But...what about the cost?

After cultivating the 36 Celestial Spirits Transformations, Chen Zhixing knows he no longer has the chance to turn back. Perhaps in less than a hundred years, he would become one of those ethereal ’Immortals’ in stories, no longer yearning for the Mortal World, only dreaming at the mountain peak for eternity.

Eternal loneliness, driven by the greed for more power, climbing higher until burning out, becoming like that wooden sculpture of Celestial Saint.

This is the price he has to pay.

"After mastering the 36 Celestial Spirits Transformations, I can transform into anything, yet I’m no longer myself."

After chatting briefly in the Northern Domain with Divine Liu and sitting silently for an afternoon, Chen Zhixing returned to Wuyou Immortal Island and expressed his intention to retreat to Chen Wanhong, who was in charge of affairs at the Star Palace on the island.

Then, regardless of what Chen Wanhong said, he headed towards the Taoist field at the center of Wuyou Immortal Island.

Who first realizes they are dreaming?

Who knows?

At the retreat, someone chuckled lightly, leaving a suggestion in their Spiritual Sense to awaken in seventy-seven years, then fell into prolonged cultivation.

Sending thoughts to enter dreams, cultivating Divine Sense, receiving Spirit Beasts sent by disciples of the Star Palace, and cultivating the 36 Celestial Spirits Transformations.

A brief retreat, lasting twenty years.

Chen Zhixing himself felt little, as even twenty years seemed but a short span to him.

Even though during this time, people including Chen Wanhong visited him, he dealt with some trifles, but he was too lazy to recall what transpired.

He was transforming into a ruthless Immortal.

And during the past twenty years, his cultivation finally broke through to the Ninth Order; in terms of realm, surpassing both Celestial Saint and Yimiao, perhaps worthy of being called the number one in Celestial Profound.

Chen Zhixing felt no emotional fluctuations, even about his breakthrough, he did not bother to tell anyone.

Yet in these twenty years, the only thing he often thought of was the two Phoenixes he had imprisoned.

It was a call from his bloodline instinct or perhaps his humanity crying out amidst the silence of cultivation.

Chen Zhixing never released them from confinement.

Instead, he continued a solitary struggle within the Taoist field.

Until one day, Yimiao suddenly appeared at Wuyou Immortal Island as the Daluo Taoist Lord, demanding to see Chen Zhixing. Only then did Chen Zhixing emerge from seclusion.

Yet, when they met, Yimiao’s first words caused a violent emotional stir in Chen Zhixing, nearly breaking the calm he had cultivated over these twenty years.