Martial Cultivator in the Apocalypse (BL)

The sky was dark with the heavy rain clouds, it was still three in the afternoon, but the environment covered by a dense forest seemed gloomy as if it were already night. The sounds of the thunders roared in the sky and the lightning sparkled in the sky, the rain collapsed hard on the earth.

Zhao Wei opened his eyes scared and looked out the small window of his room, watching the heavy rainfall and listening to the noise of the drops beating against the old wooden roof. He handed his head as if he wanted to relieve the pain squeezing his temples, but soon he lost consciousness again and seemed to sleep peacefully to the sounds of thunder and rain.

A few hours later, Zhao Wei woke up and looked at the ceiling that was coated with straw, he frowned and blinked his eyes a few more times. He thought that all this could be an illusion, then a ray broke into the sky, illuminating the room that was already dark.

"I failed at the last moment," thought Zhao Wei, full of crying in his heart. He still remembered, clearly, when he was at the highest peak of the mountain Enlai, facing the celestial tribulation.

It was nine rays, and he had already passed by the eight rays, but then he felt his body get weaker and his soul trembling, he finally discovered that he had been poisoned and in the last ray he died.

Zhao Wei had a bitter taste in his mouth, he had arrived so far in the world of the cultivation and was almost reaching the porch of the immortals. Unfortunately, he was betrayed and died in this tragic way, without an intact body.

What was strange was for him to wake up in the mortal world once again, since the ninth ray is the kind that makes souls disperse. Well, at least his soul should be fragile, and he should have reincarnated in something like a fragile plant or a small stone.

However, Zhao Wei was in a human body and back in the mortal world, which was very strange and surprising to him. While Zhao Wei still reflected on his past, an old copper ring that was on Zhao Wei's ring finger started shining with a soft silver glow.

"That ... ah, now I understand" Zhao Wei thought to see the copper ring shining on his annular finger.

In the past, he had won this ring of his master, who had won from the Great Master, this was an appointed ring of the ancestral immortal ring. That was a fairly extravagant name for a simple space ring made of cheap material that any cultivator could get with a few silver coins in a low-scale commercial tent.

Of course, his master passed this ring to him because of the tradition, since all the disciple's heirs of Peak Wutai would receive this poor copper ring as a symbol of the trust of one generation to another.

There was only one heir for the generation of martial cultivators, the most outstanding of the disciples of Peak Wutai and also the most outstanding disciple of the Void Sect was Zhao Wei that year.

Zhao Wei reminded himself of his master telling the legends behind the dirty copper ring, but he thought it was just legends that the older ones liked to tell to impress the younger generation.

So, Zhao Wei carried this ring with him lightly and carelessly, he had even forgotten that he had this ring when he was facing the celestial tribulation.

The biggest legend that Zhao Wei found an idiot and fanciful legend, it was a legend about how the dirty copper ring could safeguard the owner's soul and bring the soul to another world or the most appropriate body.

It was obvious that Zhao Wei considered this very lying legend, after all, if this type of item that would challenge the sky existed, there would be a bloodbath between martial cultivators, and even the immortal legendary would have made a move to snatch this type of treasure legendary.

Zhao Wei could still remember his master smiling at him as if he knew what his disciple was thinking. Unfortunately, Zhao Wei's master decided not to talk about the stories of this mysterious ring, thanks to the skepticism of his dear disciple.

At the time, Zhao Wei felt relieved to have escaped his master talking bullshit, but now he felt incredibly bitter in his heart for not having heard more about the legends of this dirty copper ring.

Zhao Wei suppressed the sad thought of his heart at the thought of his disciples and his master, who was already coming to the end of life, as he could not afford affiliate piety to his old master. He was unable to reach them right now, he did not know what mortal world he was in.

He would first investigate this dirty copper ring, which had saved his soul, then he would think about what he would and how he would follow with this new life.

A few hours later Zhao Wei who was scouring the copper ring-opened his eyes; Hate and the pain of betrayal were still burning in his newly transmigrated soul, he wanted to destroy everything.

It took some time for him to compose and suppress all this wave of feelings, his death injustice could never be avenged, he could only regret it.

He finally understood who had poisoned him and what the reasons for this person were, but now he was already dead and in the mortal world, being impossible to return to revenge.

The old copper ring is a space ring, which was not there very amazing, inside that ring Zhao Wei had placed a few things there. Items that he kept as affectionate memories, such as his first spiritual spear, blood armor he won in his first martial competition in the sect, some bottles with remedies given to him by friends when he still needed these things, Ring were many sentimental things.

Among these sentimental things was a small medallion of his deceased mother, which was the only thing that had been left for him. Zhao Wei never looked very deeply at this medallion, always assuming it was a common item among normal humans and only a memory of his mother.

Who would imagine that within this medallion was a flowering pocket dimension?

At least it was what Zhao Wei concluded by entering with his conscience at the small medallion. Inside the medallion, there was a dimension that the eyes could not see the end of, but Zhao Wei could only see and touch with his mind a small part of this dimension.