Chapter 839 - 479: Method to Awaken Innate Wisdom

"You’re a direct disciple of the Immortal Sect, yet you don’t even understand the might of the power of reincarnation... Or could it be that you’re just cannon fodder fooled by those hypocrites from the Immortal Sect?"

As Ye Luo spoke, he tossed out an object. The moment this object appeared, the black fog that had been on the verge of completely engulfing their surroundings abruptly halted, as if it had encountered its natural enemy. Even the dazzling light continuously emitted by the Treasure Lotus Lamp quickly dimmed upon this object’s arrival.

Zou Feng looked at the object in surprise and discovered that it was actually a scroll-like book. The three words on its cover seemed capable of sucking out his very divine soul.

"The Book of Life and Death?!"

In the next moment, the Book of Life and Death opened and automatically flipped to a specific page. Only two names were written on this page: Zou Feng and Ma Qianqin. As for why the Undying Master, who had come here with them, was absent from the page, Zou Feng had no idea.

However, seeing this, a realization immediately dawned on him. No wonder he had constantly felt a mysterious force continuously weakening him since entering this place. It was undoubtedly the work of the Book of Life and Death. And the thing that the List of Gods thirsted for was definitely this very item.

But as for how exactly the List of Gods was supposed to devour it... There was no time for Zou Feng to overthink it; he soon realized he could barely even protect himself. Just as Ye Luo had said, the power of reincarnation was a force superior to the power of cause and effect. As a novice in the Nascent Soul realm, even though Zou Feng’s combat strength already made him an elite among his peers, this was a power on an entirely different level. It truly wasn’t something he could resist just because he wanted to.

"Zou Feng, your sins are unforgivable. I sentence you to be cast into the Eternal Hell!"

Following Ye Luo’s "verdict," Zou Feng suddenly felt as though he had returned to the moment he was sucked into the vortex of Meng Po Soup. Because the Book of Life and Death was unleashing its might at such close range this time, Zou Feng could no longer withstand it as he had before. No matter how hard he visualized the Queen Mother Dharma Aspect, or even blasphemed against it, he could not resist that profound drowsiness.

He thought, "Tsk, I still can’t avoid falling into reincarnation like Ma Qianqin..."

But Zou Feng did not panic. After all, the Undying Master had warned them from the very beginning that falling into reincarnation was almost unavoidable once they entered the Rebirth Hall. The fact that Zou Feng had managed to endure the combined assault of four Meng Pos was already beyond expectations. It was exactly for this reason that the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect had chosen Zou Feng and Ma Qianqin, the only body cultivators among the direct disciples, to attack the Rebirth Hall. The two of them, along with the Undying Master, were theoretically the most likely to break free from the reincarnation of the Book of Life and Death.

As his consciousness blurred, right before falling into a deep sleep, Zou Feng looked at the Book of Life and Death one last time. The page bearing his name was glowing faintly, and his name upon it was becoming increasingly distorted.

He thought, "What kind of Reincarnation World will I fall into?"

According to what the Undying Master had said earlier, a Reincarnation World would not be created out of thin air. It was generated based on the past experiences of the one entering reincarnation. But it would absolutely not be any pleasant memories. It would only be their most miserable pasts—the ones where they were most likely to kick the bucket.

He thought, "So, could the place I’m heading to be..."

In a daze, an unknown amount of time passed.

A sharp pain radiating from somewhere jolted Zou Feng awake.

"My butt hurts so much..."

Trembling, Zou Feng rolled over and sat up, shaking his incredibly heavy head vigorously. He felt like he had just had a very long dream. He thought, "In the dream, I seemed to be... Wait, how did it go again?!"

Despite his best efforts to recall it, Zou Feng could no longer remember the details of the dream. However, forgetting a dream upon waking up was perfectly normal, so Zou Feng quickly stopped dwelling on it.

Next, he looked up and surveyed his surroundings. It was an incredibly familiar woodshed with drafty walls and a leaky roof. There were large rats scurrying about even in broad daylight, completely unafraid of humans, and a foul stench of herbal medicine hung in the air. Clearly, this was the woodshed of the Yang Mansion in Yuan Guang County.

At this moment, Zou Feng’s mind finally cleared up a bit.

"Just because I ate some leftovers that the Third Young Master of the Yang Family prepared to feed his dogs, I was almost beaten to death?!" he muttered. "What a dogshit world..."

Zou Feng forced himself to stand up and, relying on his memory, walked over to a corner of the woodshed. He gently pulled out a mud brick and retrieved an animal skin book hidden inside, which was wrapped in oiled paper. The three words "Five Poison Palm" were prominently written on the cover.

He thought, "If I want to change my fate, I can only practice martial arts!"

Since things had come to this, Zou Feng had no choice but to risk it all. Although cultivating something that was clearly an evil skill carried enormous risks—especially since, as a transmigrator, he shockingly didn’t even have a cheat—he had no other choice!

Without wasting another second, Zou Feng immediately began to cultivate! Gritting his teeth, he ruthlessly plunged his hands into the venom he had prepared long ago.

"AARGH—"

"Uh, it doesn’t hurt anymore?!"

After howling for only a few breaths of time, Zou Feng lost all sensation of pain. A look of surprise instantly washed over his face. He pulled his hands out to examine them, only to find that they suddenly emitted a strange, fragrant aroma.

"I’ve mastered it just like that?!"

According to the description in the Five Poison Palm manual, he had not only cultivated it to the Initial Glimpse stage but had likely already reached the stage of Entering the Hall and the Room.

"With this kind of speed, if I practice a bit more, won’t I reach the level of Integration and Mastery?"

Zou Feng acted on his thought immediately. In less than half an hour, his Five Poison Palm truly ascended to the realm of "Integration and Mastery."

This was completely illogical. After all, the venom he had prepared was far from enough to meet the requirements for cultivating to the Integration and Mastery stage. After eliminating all impossibilities, only one truth remained...

He was a once-in-a-century prodigy in poison skills!

He thought, "Speaking of which, even though I can’t remember the exact details of that dream, the ’me’ in it seemed to be incredibly badass..."

However, now that he had confirmed he was a poison skill prodigy, resolving his current predicament would be a piece of cake.