Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

We must take action.

Without hesitation, Fu Shaoping flashed into the battlefield!

The Moonlit Sword was drawn, and a single strike was aimed at a Blood Fiend Sect disciple!

The disciple was caught off guard and was beheaded with a single sword strike!
"Who goes there?!"

The Blood Fiend Sect members were shocked and turned to Fu Shaoping!

Fu Shaoping ignored their exclamations and, with a flash of sword light, instantly killed two more people!

"You're courting death!" The sinister-looking young man in the lead roared in anger, abandoning Yuehua and slashing at Fu Shaoping with his sword!
A crimson blade of light, carrying a strong stench of blood, slashed straight at Fu Shaoping's face!

Fu Shaoping dodged to the side and thrust out with his sword in a backhand motion!
"clang!"

Swords clashed, and the two men each took three steps back!

The sinister-looking young man's expression changed: "Who are you?"

Fu Shaoping said calmly, "Qingyun Sect, Fu Shaoping."

A flicker of fear flashed in the sinister young man's eyes, then he grinned maliciously: "Good! Good! Today I'll make sure everyone from your Qingyun Sect dies here!"

He waved his hand, and the remaining Blood Fiend Sect disciples rushed forward!

Yuehua and Zhao Han also joined the battle, and the two sides clashed again!
Fu Shaoping and the sinister young man were locked in combat.

This man's swordsmanship was bizarre and ruthless; each strike carried a dense aura of bloodlust that could erode spiritual power and disrupt the mind. Had Fu Shaoping not accumulated the strength of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, his soul would likely have already fallen victim to his attack.

But he didn't use his full strength.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a chance to strike decisively.

Finally, the opportunity came.

The sinister young man's slash missed its mark, his body swaying slightly, revealing an opening!
A glint of light flashed in Fu Shaoping's eyes!
The contract runes on the Moonlit Sword suddenly lit up!
"Heavenly Contract - Slash!"

A sword strike was unleashed!
The sword light flashed like a rainbow, instantly piercing through the chest of the sinister young man!

His eyes widened as he looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

"you you……"

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Upon seeing their leader killed, the remaining Blood Fiend Sect disciples scattered like birds and beasts.

Yuehua, Zhao Han, and the others also took the opportunity to kill the last few people.

The battle is over.

Yuehua walked to Fu Shaoping's side, looked at him, and her gaze was complicated.

"Junior brother, thank you."

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "It is only natural for fellow disciples to help each other."

After a moment of silence, Yuehua suddenly said, "Your sword strike just now... had the aura of a contract."

Fu Shaoping looked at her without saying a word.

Yuehua continued, "Master said that the Way of Contracts was once prevalent in ancient times, but was gradually lost. Those who can cultivate this Way will surely have great opportunities. Who... exactly are you?"

Fu Shaoping remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:
"Senior sister, do you know someone named 'Ye'?"

Yuehua's expression changed.

She stared at Fu Shaoping, her eyes flashing with shock, complexity, and a hint of... relief.

"It's really you."

She took out a jade slip from her bosom and handed it to Fu Shaoping.

"This is what that person asked me to give to you. He said that if you survive in the secret realm, it will be yours. If you die, then it's as if this never happened."

Fu Shaoping took the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.

The jade slip contained only one sentence:

"Page four, time to turn the page. I'll be waiting for you on page five. — Ye."

Fu Shaoping put away the jade slip and looked up into the distance.

Deep within the Netherworld, a colossal palace can be vaguely seen.

That might be where the answer lies.

Fu Shaoping put away the jade slip and looked down at the palace that was faintly visible deep in the canyon.

Following his gaze, Yuehua's expression changed slightly: "That is the core of the Netherworld Secret Realm—the Netherworld Palace. Legend has it that it is the place where the ancient Netherworld Immortal passed away. For thousands of years, countless cultivators have tried to enter it, but very few have come out alive."

Fu Shaoping nodded: "I know."

Yuehua looked at him, hesitated, and finally spoke, "Junior brother, you...are you going?"

Fu Shaoping did not answer, but instead asked, "Senior sister, do you know who this 'Ye' is?"

After a long silence, Yuehua slowly said, "I don't know. I only know that Master knows him. And... Master has great respect for him."

Fu Shaoping's heart stirred.

Even a powerful cultivator in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Master Yuehua, showed reverence for that person.

What is the background of that person?
He took a deep breath and looked at Yuehua: "Senior sister, thank you for taking care of me these past few months. I'll walk the rest of the road on my own."

Yuehua frowned: "Junior brother, it's too dangerous for you to go alone..."

Fu Shaoping raised his hand to stop her, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I know what I'm doing. You should go back first. If I can get out alive, I will reunite with you."

Having said that, he turned and sped off into the depths of the canyon without waiting for Yuehua to persuade him further.

Behind him, Yuehua watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Junior brother... take care."

……

The canyon grew deeper and deeper, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer.

On the rock walls on both sides, some strange murals began to appear. The murals depicted ancient scenes: some people were fighting with monsters, some were worshipping heaven and earth, and others were carving complex contract runes.

Fu Shaoping slowed his pace and observed carefully.

These murals, while similar in style to some of the ruins he had seen on the previous pages, were also different. Their ancient, weathered air seemed to tell a distant story.

He walked up to a mural and stopped.

The mural depicts a figure sitting cross-legged. Countless contract runes surround the figure, as if conversing with heaven and earth. Before him kneels countless beings—humans, demons, and all sorts of strange creatures—all paying homage to him.

Below the mural, a line of small characters is inscribed:
"I am called Youming, and I have attained the Dao through the covenant, ruling over all spirits and shaking the eight wastelands. However, the ways of Heaven are unpredictable, and I too cannot escape my fate. I leave this palace here, awaiting the one with destiny."

“Youming Zhenren…” Fu Shaoping murmured.

He continued onward, crossing the canyon, and came to a huge palace.

The palace was entirely black, towering a hundred feet high, and exuding an imposing aura. The palace doors were tightly shut, covered with intricate contractual runes. These runes were far more profound than any contract he had ever seen; even with his accumulated knowledge from countless lifetimes, he could only decipher a small portion of them.

He walked to the palace gate and gently touched it with his hand.

The runes on the palace gate suddenly lit up, and an ancient, profound thought entered his mind:

"You who come after me, your ability to reach this point proves that you possess a talent for contracts. I, the Netherworld Immortal, have dedicated my life to studying the Way of Contracts and have left behind three trials. If you can pass them, you will inherit my mantle."

"The first test: the test of one's character and temperament."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace doors slowly opened.

Behind the door was endless darkness.

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath and stepped inside.

……

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in the darkness.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually coalescing into a human figure.

It was a kind-faced middle-aged woman, dressed in coarse cloth, smiling at him.

"Ping'er..."

Fu Shaoping's heart skipped a beat.

This is his mother from his first life.

"Ping'er, how have you been all these years?" The mother's voice was as gentle as ever.

Fu Shaoping looked at her calmly.

“You are not my mother,” he said calmly.

The figure stiffened slightly, then began to twist and transform into another form.

That was my master in my second life, the white-haired old woman Yunhe.

"Shaoping, your master has been waiting for you for a long time." Yunhe smiled kindly.

Fu Shaoping shook his head again.

The figures shifted again. Zhou Yuanqing in his third life, Fu Qingshan in his fourth life, and Yuehua Zhenren... one familiar face after another appeared, only to be recognized by Fu Shaoping in turn.

In the end, all the illusions vanished.

In the darkness, that weathered voice rang out once more:
"You have not a single obsession in your heart?"

Fu Shaoping said calmly, "Yes. But my obsession is not in the past, but in the future."

After a moment of silence in the darkness, the voice rang out again:

“What a wonderful ‘not in the past, but in the future’! First step, through.”

……

The second test is a "test of combat strength".

In a vast, empty space, three figures appeared.

Each figure exuded the aura of a half-step Golden Core cultivator.

"Defeat them to pass."

Three figures simultaneously lunged at Fu Shaoping!
Fu Shaoping drew his sword, and the Moonlit Sword was unsheathed!
"Heavenly Contract - Slash!"

The sword flashed like a rainbow, slashing towards the figure at the very front!
The figure raised his hand, and a blood-red contract rune appeared, actually blocking the sword light!
"The Way of Contracts?" Fu Shaoping's heart stirred.

The other two figures also attacked at the same time, bombarding him with contract runes like a torrential rain!

Instead of retreating, Fu Shaoping advanced, his sword light colliding with the runes, unleashing a deafening roar!
Three people and one shadow fought fiercely in the void!

Fifty moves, one hundred moves, two hundred moves...

Fu Shaoping gradually realized that these three figures were using the Contract Dao left behind by the Netherworld Immortal. Their attack methods were different from any contract he had seen in the previous pages; they were more ancient and more bizarre.

But that's exactly what he needs.

He fought while simultaneously observing, learning, and contemplating.

After three hundred moves, he finally found a weakness.

"Heavenly Contract - Seal!"

A huge contract rune flew out from his palm, sealing the three figures at the same time!

The three figures froze slightly, then turned into specks of light and vanished.

In the darkness, the voice rang out again:

"Extremely high comprehension, able to comprehend my Dao of Contracts during battle. Second level, passed."

……

The third aspect is "the choice of succession".

Nine gates of light appeared in front of Fu Shaoping.

Behind each gate of light, a faint glow flickered.

"Behind the nine gates lie nine different inheritances. From one to nine, the difficulty and the completeness of the inheritance increase accordingly. The ninth gate has remained unpassed for ten thousand years. Which one will you choose?"

Fu Shaoping looked at the nine gates of light and suddenly smiled.

This scene is all too familiar.

On page four, he chose the ninth door.

Now, it's the ninth gate again.

"I choose the ninth door."

The voice was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter:
"Good! Good! You've got guts! Go in!"

Fu Shaoping stepped into the ninth gate.

……

Behind the door was a grand hall.

In the center of the main hall, a phantom figure sat cross-legged.

It was an old man with white hair, a gaunt face, and slightly closed eyes, surrounded by countless contract runes. His aura was unfathomable, and even though he was just a remnant soul, Fu Shaoping felt a faint pressure.

"The latecomer, you've finally arrived." The old man opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Fu Shaoping.

Fu Shaoping bowed and said, "Greetings, True Man Youming."

The old man looked at him, a strange glint in his eyes.

“You… carry the aura of reincarnation,” he said slowly. “You have lived more than one lifetime.”

Fu Shaoping did not deny it.

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Good! Good! No wonder you made it this far." He stood up and walked to Fu Shaoping. "I am the Netherworld Immortal, who has been cultivating for 30,000 years, proving my Dao through a contract, and my power shakes the eight wastelands. Unfortunately, the ways of Heaven are unpredictable, and I could not escape my fate. Before I die, I leave behind this remnant soul to await a destined person."

He looked at Fu Shaoping with deep eyes.

"Since you are burdened with the cycle of reincarnation and have come here, you are the successor I am destined to be."

He raised his hand, and a ray of light drifted toward Fu Shaoping, disappearing into his brow.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded into my mind!

That was a more complete and profound inheritance of contracts than the "Essentials of the Heavenly Contract"—the "Scripture of the Netherworld Contract." It not only contained the methods of using contract runes, but also the ultimate reflections on the way of contracts, and even touched upon the true method of "proving the Dao through contracts."

Fu Shaoping closed his eyes to process the information, and only opened them after a long while.

The old man looked at him with eyes full of satisfaction.

"I will pass on all my knowledge to you. I hope you will make good use of it and live up to my expectations."

His figure began to slowly become transparent.

Fu Shaoping suddenly spoke up: "Senior, I have something I'd like to ask."

The old man looked at him and asked, "What is it?"

Fu Shaoping asked, "Does the senior know a person named 'Ye'?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

“Ye…” he murmured, “So that’s how it is. So that’s how it is.”

He looked at Fu Shaoping with deep eyes.

You will meet that person sooner or later. But not now. Once you turn the page, everything will become clear.

His figure vanished completely.

Only Fu Shaoping remained in the main hall.

He stood there, silent for a long time.

Then he turned and stepped out of the hall.

……

Outside the palace, the sky had already changed color.

The once gray sky now revealed a sliver of light. That light, like the dawn of new life, dispelled millennia of gloom.

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath and walked back the way he came.

Behind them, the Netherworld Palace slowly sank into the ground and disappeared completely.

It's time to turn the page to the fourth chapter of the book of a hundred generations.

And page five awaits him.

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A light in the darkness.

Fu Shaoping opened his eyes and found himself suspended in nothingness. There was no sky, no earth, no time, no space. Only endless darkness and a faint glimmer of light in the distance.

He knew that this was the gap between the pages of the Hundred Generations Book.

At the end of each page, he would come here, stay briefly, and then be moved to the next page.

But this time, it seems a little different.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually coalescing into a human figure.

He was a middle-aged man with a refined face and gentle demeanor, dressed in a moon-white robe. He stood there, seemingly one with the entire void, yet exuding a chilling presence.

Fu Shaoping looked at him and suddenly remembered that name.

"leaf?"

The man smiled slightly and nodded.

"Fu Shaoping, we've finally met."

Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then said, "You've been waiting for me all this time?"

Ye nodded, then shook his head: "Waiting for you isn't entirely about waiting for you. What I'm waiting for is someone who can turn the pages of a hundred lifetimes."

He looked at Fu Shaoping, his gaze deep and unfathomable. (End of Chapter)