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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 55: Awakening the Ancient Heavens

As the final members of the Beggars' Sect crossed through the towering gates, their awestruck gazes fell upon the city of legends that lay before them.

They had heard tales of sects, of grand places where the powerful gathered, but this was different.

Here was a place that looked and felt like the heart of an ancient, forgotten world.

Towering pavilions stretched across the landscape, bridges arched elegantly over wide streets, and stone stairways climbed high toward unknown heights.

The architecture was immense and intricate, bearing an artistry that could only be described as divine, as though each stone had been carved with purpose, each pillar standing testament to an ancient legacy.

And yet, though weathered by time, the structures held an undeniable beauty, as if the sect itself refused to surrender its grandeur.