2 The Immortal Last Attempt

[You Have Died]

[Would you like to use The Clock Of Rebirth? (Uses: 11/12)]

[Yes] [No]

Though Xin Ming's numerous reincarnations undoubtedly enhanced his martial prowess, it was undeniably the system which played the most pivotal role towards his unparalleled strength.

[Yes]

[You Have Chosen to Use The Clock Of Rebirth]

As he made his choice, a surge of energy courses through his body, and the world around him fades into darkness. Moments later, he once again found himself standing in a realm of ethereal light, surrounded by an aura of ancient wisdom.

[Ding]

An all so familiar screen materialized before him and he couldn't help but sigh.

[Talent Creation]

[Cultivation Aptitude: 1 (+)]

[Martial Prowess: 2 (+)]

[Reincarnation Points: 12]

The cultivation aptitude served as a multiplier, accelerating the cultivation speed, while martial prowess was a multiplier that enhanced the might of attacks.

In my fourth life, I made the mistake of evenly distributing the points, only to discover that my lifespan could not keep up with my cultivation stage, resulting in my untimely death.

Now, if you think about what I just said, it may seem simple to invest everything into cultivation aptitude, but what if I told you that you could duplicate the points?

As I was studying the Clock of Rebirth in my last life, I stumbled upon a secret. Under the radiance of a full moon, I discovered a bug that could exploit this flaw. By cultivating with the moon's ethereal light, and channeling the Qi from the light through it, a temporary gap appears, revealing a concealed chamber within the Clock of Rebirth.

Inside this chamber lies a small orb. By touching this orb with precise timing, a chain reaction occurs, causing the system to momentarily falter. And in that moment, I have the power to double my reincarnation points, however in my last life I couldn't distribute my reincarnation points as I had already completed the talent creation stage.

The allure of amassing an unprecedented number of reincarnation points is too tempting to resist. I can almost taste the power that awaits me.

Under the pale glow of the full moon, he found himself in the hidden chamber within the Clock of Rebirth once again. The orb pulses before him, its energy beckoning him to touch it with precise timing. This is the moment, the pivotal choice that could redefine his path and talent.

With bated breath, he steadies himself and reached out, his fingers connecting with the pulsating orb. A surge of energy engulfs him, and the system momentarily malfunctions.

As he opened his eyes, he was pleased to find that his reincarnation points have multiplied before him. What was once 12 now stands at a staggering 24.

But with this newfound glitch comes a sense of unease.

I am aware that the ripple caused by this duplication may attract the attention of formidable beings, those who despise the talented.

Yet, I cannot deny the thrill that courses through me. The possibilities are endless. With these duplicated points, I can accelerate my cultivation speed to unimaginable heights, surpassing all previous limitations. The might of my attacks will be unrivaled, striking fear into the hearts of my adversaries.

[Talent Creation]

[Cultivation Aptitude: 20 (Max human limit)]

[Martial Prowess: 6 (+)]

[Reincarnation Points: 0]

With my newly acquired power and the multiplied reincarnation points, I stand on the precipice of greatness.

But as he basked in the glory of his achievements, a sudden shift in reality jolts him from his joy.

In the blink of an eye, he finds himself in a dirty bed, he finds himself back in his frail and underdeveloped body, he finds himself in the body he had when he was just 18 years old, a famed trash that was known to be talentless at cultivation.

The strength that once surged through his veins has been stripped away, leaving him weak.

The memories of my previous lives, the battles fought, and the power attained all remain intact, but they are now locked away within the confines of my mind once again.

A solemn realization settles upon Xin Ming like a heavy cloak. He holds in his hands the shattered remains of the Clock of Rebirth, a devastating reminder that this is his final chance for ascension. The ability to reincarnate, once a lifeline that offered endless possibilities, is now forever lost.

With each passing moment, the weight of this truth presses upon him. There is no room for hesitation or complacency. Every decision, every action he take now holds heightened significance. He must seize every opportunity, for there are no more chances.

With each passing day, my strength will grow exponentially. I surpass the limits of what was once thought impossible. The challenges that once seemed insurmountable now crumble beneath the might of my godlike aptitude.

The temptation to become cocky and arrogant is ever-present, fueled by the knowledge of his now exceptional talents. But he has witnessed firsthand the consequences of such hubris.

My prominent talent, once celebrated, caught the attention of godly existences that stood on top of murim who saw me as a threat, and their wrath became my downfall.

I was naive to think that my abilities would go unnoticed, that I could flaunt my power without consequence. The powerful beings that lurk in the shadows are always watching, ready to pounce on any sign of weakness or overconfidence.

Now, more than ever, I must be low-key, a master of subtlety. I must blend into the background, concealing my true strength from prying eyes. It is in the shadows where I can quietly cultivate my skills, honing them to perfection without drawing unwanted attention.

"Only that way, would I be able to reach true Godho-"

"Young master, wake up!" he is abruptly interrupted by a servant who brazenly enters the room. The servant's disrespectful demeanor and lack of regard for Xin Ming's presence instantly stir a sense of frustration within him.

Even though I have experienced it many times before, a being such as I, who was once an immortal emperor who defeated the masters of the 4 prefectures will not tolerate this behavior from a mere servant.

"Insolence!" Xin Ming exclaimed, his voice laced with authority. "How dare you enter without your master's permission and show such disregard for my presence!"

The servant, undeterred by his words, sneers and retorts, "Oh, it's just you, the trash cultivator. I didn't realize you had become so important."

With a calm and measured voice, he asserts his authority. "You will address me with the respect I deserve. Never forget that I am the young master of this household."

The servant scoffs, crossing his arms defiantly. "Is that so? Your words amount to nothing. Do something then, trash cultivator, even the dog I keep can cultivate better than you!"