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Ace Of Terrans

Loose cultivator Shi Lang gradually found himself in the realm of invincibility. However, when he finally tried to ascend to the higher realm, the spirit of the world was nearly exhausted. So, between his ascension to a new world or the well-being of his home, he chose the latter and sacrificed his life to save the world. Nobody knew what he gave up for the world, and he told no one. Although his sacrifice had gone unsung, there was still someone who witnessed everything. A treasured artifact he carried on his body preserved his soul and let it escape a tragic end. Eons passed. The human race stepped out from the age of cultivation into an age of stellar conquest. The spirit energy in the world was now scarce, but humans found other means to excel. In this highly-advanced time, Shi Lang's soul has found a chance to be reborn. What happens when an ancient cultivator that neared the level of a deity before his first death gets a second chance at life in the space age? ... Cover Credits: ropreker#8513(discord) Fonts and Final editing credits: Not gonna tell y'all. XD

THE_WORDSMITH · Ciencia y ficción
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999 Chs

Treasure Trove.

Shi Lang ignored the yelling sound coming from his earpiece, he took off the glove and said, "Jenkins, issue evacuation command. If all goes well, cover it up with an excuse, saying it was a drill." 

Jenkins was fuming, his lungs felt like they were about to explode. Hayley on the other side had no hope for this guy, she said, "General, what do you intend to do?" 

Shi Lang smiled and said, "I will cut my hand and let the blood drip on the door. That will provide a medium for spirit communication." 

Hayley wanted to ask, how was he so sure. But Shi Lang was faster than them and he cut his palm open with a sharp knife. The dark red stained his palm in an instant. Then he hopped over to the door as if a child going home with candy in his hands. He did not have any worries and actually was very excited to see what lay behind the doors, forgetting that his cultivation was too low at the movement.