Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chapter 95 is nothing more than... a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Chen Chen withdrew his gaze and looked back on his more than one hundred years of cultivation.

"When we were weak, we could only drift with the wind. Nangong Wan was the first straw on our path of cultivation. Even knowing that she would attract Han Li, we had no choice but to hold on to her."

The leaves of the bamboo forest on the opposite peak were still rustling.

"I've been striving and working hard all this time so that I won't have to bow down to life like I did back then."

He looked into the eyes of his inner demon.

"Now, I have completely taken control of my own destiny."

The inner demon met his gaze.

This needs no explanation—his inner demons were in sync with his mind.

A Nascent Soul cultivator stands here, neither denying his past weakness, nor glorifying his past schemes, nor escaping his past fears.

He simply no longer needed to bow to fate.

Whether it's the Dao Ancestor or the crushing force of fate, these are now just problems he needs to face, no longer the powerlessness he needs to fear.

"Yes—not being born into a bad environment—how ideal—"

The inner demon glanced at him and spoke disdainfully.

The bamboo forest began to crack from the edges.

Bamboo leaves, stone pavilions, and forbidden stone tablets peeled away piece by piece.

Grayish-white void.

Only Chen Chen and the inner demon standing three steps away.

The void was the same color in all directions.

The only difference was the inner demon's eyes—those eyes stood out exceptionally clearly against the gray background, with something faintly glowing deep within the pupils.

The inner demons were not foreshadowed.

"Nangong Wan, who is a fellow disciple of a senior sister."

"Zi Ling, who has parents still alive. Yuan Yao, who is a loyal and devoted senior sister."

He spoke calmly and slowly, pushing out names one by one.

Even the arrogant and domineering Wen Tianren has a devoted maidservant with two swords who follows him faithfully.

"And you?"

The inner demon looked at him.

That gaze was the same as when he stood in the bamboo shadows—he already knew the answer, but still wanted him to say it himself.

"I've always been alone."

Chen Chen remained silent for a short while.

Then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes—their path is not lonely, but—I" have never been alone.

The inner demon narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chen Chen never gave up, and was never truly alone.

"after all----"

Chen Chen looked into the inner demon's eyes. That slight upturn was still there.

"—And me too."

"We are each on our own destiny—never alone—"

The inner demons had nothing to say, and all questions were answered.

The inner demon took a step back.

The gray-white void began to shatter outwards from beneath its feet. After the fragments dissipated, the dark blue halo of the spirit-gathering array of the sixty-three-story cave of the sacred mountain appeared above its head.

The liquid mass in the dantian began to take shape.

Start with the head, then the torso and limbs.

Xuan Shui Tai Bai's spiritual power condensed into a tiny, crystalline figure, which sat cross-legged in the center of his dantian.

As the first nascent soul took shape, the spiritual power of the Reincarnation Pill did not merge into the Xuan Shui Tai Bai nascent soul. Instead, it spontaneously condensed into a second liquid mass in the dantian.

The golden and blue intertwined spiritual energy began to form the second nascent soul.

The head takes shape first, followed by the torso and limbs.

This nascent soul has a pair of horns on its head, and a tail extending from its coccyx, covered with scales of the same texture, with the tip of the tail slightly curled.

Dizygotic infant.

The Xuan Shui Tai Bai Yuan Ying was entirely black and white, and sat cross-legged on the left side of the dantian.

The reborn nascent soul has horns, scales, and a tail, and sits cross-legged on the right side of the dantian.

The two nascent souls opened their eyes at the same time.

The beam of light above the sacred mountain suddenly exploded.

One is a balanced black and white, thick and solid, while the other is a light blue with a hint of gold.

The two beams of light intertwined and climbed into the sky, exploding above the clouds and turning into a shower of light.

A shower of light covered the entire Tianxing City.

Jin Kui stood on the terrace outside the Star Palace Hall, calmly watching the grand Nascent Soul formation ceremony.

Sunlight fell on his shoulders.

He saw it clearly the instant the two-colored beam of light exploded; the purity of the spiritual energy far exceeded the aftershocks that a normal Nascent Soul cultivator should have.

He had guarded the Star Palace for hundreds of years and had seen no fewer than dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators, but none of them had a celestial omen with such a density of spiritual light.

The attendant had returned and stood three steps behind him, waiting for him to speak. Jin Kui did not turn around.

"The contact I mentioned before." He paused, raising his hand to brush away a speck of light from his sleeve.

"There's no need to send anyone to make contact."

The servant was taken aback.

Jin Kui turned around, the jade pendant and sash swaying at his waist.

"Send a congratulatory message in the name of the Star Palace, using polite language."

"Elder, the highest rank is reserved for those in the late Nascent Soul stage—"

"I know."

Jin Kui walked past the attendant, his steps slow.

"The signs of Nascent Soul formation covered the entire Tianxing City, and the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles was drained. This person was already a Grandmaster of the Four Gates when he was in the late stage of Core Formation, and now that he has formed Nascent Soul—do you think his spiritual sense and magical power will be at the level expected of someone in the early stage of Nascent Soul?"

The servant's Adam's apple bobbed.

Jin Kui didn't say anything more and walked straight back into the hall.

In the depths of a narrow alley in District 417 of Tianxing City.

Yuan Yao squatted in front of the counter of a dilapidated shop, flipping through a yellowed animal skin scroll in her hand.

The shop owner was a gaunt old man in the late Foundation Establishment stage, who was spitting as he boasted about how old his batch of goods was.

Yuan Yao didn't hear a single word.

She was looking for materials for a resurrection technique—Yanli couldn't wait much longer.

When the light rain drifted in from the alley entrance, she thought it was the wind blowing the dust off the wall.

She put down the scroll and walked to the shop entrance.

A rift was torn open in the sky in the direction of the sacred mountain by a two-colored beam of light.

The moment the beam of light exploded, a shower of golden and silver light rained down from the sky.

People were shouting in the alley, some were sticking their heads out of the windows, and some were running directly into the street.

The sunlight fell on the back of Yuan Yao's outstretched hand, seeping into her skin.

Yuan Yao looked up at the sky.

The light rain reflected in her pupils, sometimes bright, sometimes dark.

"Nascent Soul".

She slowly withdrew her hand. She had run all over Tianxing City through every possible channel for her senior sister, while someone on the Holy Mountain had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

It's truly ironic how fate plays tricks on people.

The shop owner had somehow appeared behind her and was also looking at the sky.

The old man smacked his lips.

"Tsk tsk, I wonder which senior it is, this commotion—I've lived in Tianxing City for most of my life and I've never seen anything like this."

He glanced at Yuan Yao, noticed her expression, and tentatively spoke.

"Fellow Daoist? The price of the Crimson Spirit Mushroom is negotiable—"

"Keep searching. We need both the Red Lingzhi and Chen Lingyu."

Southeast corner of Tianxing City, the city's headquarters of the Wanfamen sect.

Wan Tianming stood by the window, his fingers twitching slightly inside his sleeve.

He had just come out of the teleportation array in Tianxing City and was planning to go straight back to Wanfamen when the Holy Mountain exploded halfway there.

The spiritual pressure is considerable.

His divine sense subconsciously probed outwards, and the intensity far exceeded his expectations.

"Master Wan."

The Wanfamen disciple on duty behind him walked in carrying a teacup, his steps a little unsteady.

"News has come from the Holy Mountain. The person who registered is a rogue cultivator surnamed Chen, over a hundred years old, who rented the sixty-third floor a year ago. One year."

Wan Tianming took the teacup and ran his fingers along the rim.

"What else?"

"That senior was a grandmaster of alchemy, weapon crafting, array formation, and talisman cultivation during the Core Formation stage. The Star Palace has already sent out the highest-level congratulatory invitation. The Myriad Sound Sect's flying boat has remained stationed north of the Holy Mountain. And—"

The disciple flipped through the jade slip in his hand.

Several chambers of commerce in Tianxing City are already preparing congratulatory gifts.

17

Wan Tianming took a sip of tea and placed the teacup on the windowsill.

"Send a congratulatory letter as well." He picked up his teacup again, shifting his gaze from the fading light outside the window.

"Add one more thing—if there is free time, the various books in the Wanfamen Library are always open to fellow practitioners."

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