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Rebirth of the Eternal Sage

{On Hiatus.} {Not Dropped.} Imagine possessing enough power that even the so called Immortal Gods kneel before you in fear. The Heavens, which ruled over the myriad realms since the beginning, treats you like their God. A single word from you can alter the course of nature. With just a thought, you can destroy the entire cosmos and recreate it anew. Such power would satisfy anyone, no? But Feng Liang was different. Despite having lived for millions of eons, attaining realms that no one knew existed, making the heavens kneel before him, and even after creating the cosmos from scratch after destroying the old one as if it were a mere twig, he was not satisfied with his powers. What he desired was something more. He tried everything that one could imagine. Consuming hundreds of thousands of legendary Dao fruits and elixirs... Refining Thousands of God-level treasures... Cultivating Cosmic Qi through his body and soul for millions of years... And even obtaining merits from the heavens. Yet, he still couldn't notice even a slight change in his cultivation. He realized that the problem was his own body. His constitution wasn't strong enough to support any more qi, but he could do nothing about his body at that point. After thinking and preparing for hundreds of thousands of years, he made a momentous decision. "I shall give up this life and rise to power from the scratch once again!" ------ Update schedule? 1 Chapter Everyday...! *points gun at you*...Oh and I hope you'll leave your Votes, comments and reviews here. ^-^

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Ch 48: Taking Over the Beggar's Sect -2

Feng Liang stood, his gaze firmly fixed on Bu Zheng, whose once proud form now seemed so fragile.

The Martial Sage struggled to hold onto the last remnants of his composure, his mind grappling with the sheer enormity of the power he had just witnessed.

Bu Zheng had known strength... had been revered for it. But this… this was different. He had never encountered a force like this before.

His breath caught in his throat as Feng Liang, exuding an air of casual authority, rose from his throne and began to walk toward him.

Each of Feng Liang's footsteps reverberated through the silent hall, the sound somehow soft yet commanding.

The elders dared not move, still bowed low to the ground. Bu Zheng's mind raced, but his body remained frozen in place, his knees locked and his head bowed.

As Feng Liang drew closer, his voice echoed through the chamber, calm yet filled with purpose.