A Centenarian, Heaven-Defying Comprehension

Feather Transformation Sect.

Scripture Pavilion.

An old Daoist sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, cultivating in meditation.

His beard and hair were both white. His eyes were slightly closed as he breathed softly.

There was a long interval between each breath, and turbid air flowed out with every exhalation.

Outside, the wind swept snow along with it and poured backward into the Feather Transformation Sect, raging through the mountains with a howling roar before finally crashing against the great bell before the Scripture Pavilion's doors.

Dong!!!

The ancient, heavy bronze bell gave off a dull, resonant echo that woke the old Daoist.

Inside, the faint candlelight flickered, illuminating the wrinkles on the old Daoist's face.

"I really am old. Even the wind and snow can wake me from meditation."

Lin Jiufeng sighed and slowly rose to his feet. At his age, he was no longer as vigorous as he had been in his youth. Now, injuries were what he feared most.

Gazing at the wind and snow beyond the window, Lin Jiufeng's thoughts drifted back more than a hundred years.

That was when he had just transmigrated to this world of Cultivation.

Here, heavenly geniuses gathered in great numbers, soaring through the skies and burrowing into the earth. There were Immortal caves and the pursuit of longevity through Cultivation.

Here, factions crushed one another, people killed for treasures, weapons brought calamity and war brought danger, and survival was a matter of escaping death nine times out of ten.

Having just transmigrated, Lin Jiufeng had been thrilled. There was only one thought in his mind.

He had to cultivate and attain immortality.

But reality dealt him a vicious blow.

He went to the Supreme Dao Sect to take a master, only to be eliminated in the first round.

He went to Buddhism to have his head shaved, but they said he lacked the root of wisdom.

He wanted to join the Demonic Sect, but feared being made into material for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

He never encountered fortuitous opportunities or ancient ruins.

Nor did he dare leap off cliffs in search of treasure. After all, he only had one life.

After wandering in circles and running himself ragged, he gained nothing.

His dream of becoming a heavenly genius shattered.

Only then did Lin Jiufeng face himself squarely. He was merely an ordinary man, without exceptional talent or the cheat ability that every transmigrator was supposed to possess. Moreover, after traveling far and wide all these years, he had seen the cruel side of the Cultivation World.

Feuds of the martial world, struggles for territory—at the slightest disagreement, swords would be drawn and bows pulled taut.

Beneath the glamorous exterior, this world of immortal cultivation was exceedingly hostile to ordinary people.

Having understood all this, Lin Jiufeng became utterly disheartened and abandoned the thought of continuing to seek a master and cultivate.

But by chance, he encountered an injured old Daoist who had fallen unconscious.

The old Daoist was an elder of the Feather Transformation Sect. After fighting someone, he had been on the verge of death when Lin Jiufeng saved him.

After awakening, the old Daoist brought Lin Jiufeng to the Feather Transformation Sect in gratitude for saving his life and accepted him as an exception.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.

The old Daoist who had brought him into the sect suffered a worsening of his injuries several years ago and quietly underwent Feather Transformation and Ascension.

Because his talent was lacking, after entering the Feather Transformation Sect, Lin Jiufeng cultivated a Wood-Element Technique that extended his lifespan. That was how he lived to be one hundred and thirty.

But recently, he had sensed that his allotted lifespan was drawing to an end.

Looking back on the past, Lin Jiufeng sighed.

By all rights, having lived to one hundred and thirty, he had already gotten his money's worth.

But he lived in a Cultivation Golden Age, and he was even a transmigrator, yet he had failed to make anything of himself.

"Where was that cheat ability transmigrators were supposed to get?"

All these years, Lin Jiufeng had never discovered anything different about himself.

He had been like this before transmigrating, and he was still like this afterward. Then hadn't this transmigration been for fucking nothing?

With a sigh, Lin Jiufeng slowly picked up a Daoist scripture and began reading it in silence.

Twenty years after entering the Feather Transformation Sect, he had essentially lost all hope of cultivation. Unwilling to descend the mountain, he applied to become the Librarian of the Scripture Pavilion.

Whenever he had nothing to do, he read. Over eighty years, he had read through most of the Daoist scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion.

Some were simple and easy to understand, some left him muddled, and some were like heavenly tomes.

Picking up a book at random, Lin Jiufeng began to flip through it.

He had read every book here, yet he still revisited them every so often. The more he read, the fresher they became, and each time brought a different experience.

This book was a biography, recording the life of Zhou Sheng, a once peerlessly gifted disciple of the Feather Transformation Sect.

Zhou Sheng had been the Feather Transformation Sect's chief disciple more than a hundred years ago. At a young age, he had reached the Seventh Restriction, becoming an unparalleled genius praised as the number one genius of the Cultivation World at the time and the hope for the Feather Transformation Sect's revival.

He fought the Demonic Sect, the Demon Race, and the people of the Northern Wilderness. He suffered not a single defeat, suppressing everyone of his generation and even surpassing many of the older generation.

But his life lasted only a brief forty years.

The book recorded that this Feather Transformation Sect genius had committed a grave mistake: he married a woman of the Demon Race, enraging the Supreme Dao Sect, a top orthodox faction.

The Supreme Dao Sect styled itself the Leader of the orthodox path and claimed to uphold justice in the Cultivation World. A union between human and demon was intolerable to heaven's principles.

The Supreme Dao Sect demanded that the Feather Transformation Sect hand over Zhou Sheng, or it would impose sanctions upon the Feather Transformation Sect.

Naturally, the Feather Transformation Sect refused. It did everything in its power to protect him, but the Supreme Dao Sect's influence was simply too vast. It sanctioned and oppressed the Feather Transformation Sect at every turn.

Unwilling to drag down the Feather Transformation Sect, Zhou Sheng announced his withdrawal from the sect and quietly departed, beginning his counterattack.

On the Yellow Sand Ancient Road, with the cultivation of the Seventh Restriction, he hunted down a Dao Ancestor of the Supreme Dao Sect who had reached the Eighth Restriction, shocking the world.

Only then did the world learn that, under the extreme pressure of that battle, Zhou Sheng had comprehended the Feather Ascension Scripture, which the Feather Transformation Sect had lost.

The Feather Ascension Scripture had been passed down by the Feather Transformation Sect's founding patriarch. Cultivated to its peak, it could allow one to undergo Feather Transformation and Ascension. It was one of the most invincible techniques in the world.

But three hundred years ago, the Feather Transformation Sect suffered an invasion by the demonic path. The casualties were terrible, nearly all of its upper echelon died in battle, and the original copy of the Feather Ascension Scripture was lost. It became incomplete, and its power was no longer what it had been.

In the years that followed, the Feather Transformation Sect had continuously tried to find the original copy or comprehend it anew, but no one succeeded.

The Feather Ascension Scripture simply demanded comprehension too high. Ordinary geniuses were fundamentally incapable of it.

But Zhou Sheng succeeded.

The battle on the Yellow Sand Ancient Road stunned the world and thoroughly enraged the Supreme Dao Sect.

At that time, the Supreme Patriarch of the Supreme Dao Sect, who had been in Secluded Cultivation for a long time comprehending the Immortal Path, emerged. With the overwhelming cultivation of the Ninth Restriction, he crossed three continents and used seven moves to kill Zhou Sheng beside the Luo River.

The regret in the words of the person who wrote this book overflowed from the page.

Zhou Sheng's death filled everyone in the Feather Transformation Sect with sorrow and rage.

The Supreme Dao Sect's overbearing tyranny also silenced all who knew of this matter.

After finishing the biography, Lin Jiufeng sighed. "Only forty years old, at the very peak of his life, and he had even comprehended the complete Feather Ascension Scripture, yet he fell in desolation because the Supreme Dao Sect was jealous of talent and ability. What a pity. The Feather Ascension Scripture had only just been comprehended before it was lost again."

For the Feather Ascension Scripture—which allowed Zhou Sheng at the Seventh Restriction to fight an Eighth Restriction cultivator and withstand seven moves from the Ninth Restriction—to be lost just like that was truly a great pity.

When he joined the Feather Transformation Sect, Zhou Sheng had just been killed. Unfortunately, he had never met that peerlessly gifted genius.

Lin Jiufeng set down the book, deeply regretful.

Suddenly, there was a ding. Golden light burst forth in Lin Jiufeng's mind, manifesting a Primordial Golden Core.

Then the Golden Core cracked open, and an indescribably profound aura poured into the space between Lin Jiufeng's brows.

The next second, two lines of text appeared before Lin Jiufeng's eyes.

You have read Zhou Sheng's biography. You were very attentive and activated Heaven-Defying Comprehension.

Your comprehension is heaven-defying. You have comprehended the Feather Ascension Scripture.

He stared at it in delighted disbelief.

Was this his cheat ability?

Heaven-Defying Comprehension?

Lin Jiufeng almost wanted to cry.

More than a hundred years late, it had finally arrived.