Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Continent of Heavenly Clouds, Eastern Region

Zhenfang Dynasty, Beiyang City

"Oh... why do I have to transmigrate into this useless body?"

In a small and abandoned house, a young man lying on a bed murmured angrily:

"And even if it has to be, why does it have to be at this moment?"

"Do the heavens not want me, Song Yang, to live?"

This young man was named Song Yang. In his previous life, he was a powerful Mercenary King, known for his ruthless methods that made the world tremble.

However, his life came to a tragic end when he was killed by a stray bullet during a war he was participating in.

Before dying, he couldn't help but have a self-deprecating thought:

"No matter how good I am, no matter how much power I have, in the face of a simple bullet, all that awaited me was death."

After thinking he had reached his end, he suddenly awakened in this new world, in a body that was also named Song Yang.

This new world was a place where cultivators could move seas, lift mountains, and even explode stars.

Upon seeing this, Song Yang couldn't help but feel ecstatic; after all, he had always desired to possess such immense power.

If he had been truly powerful in his previous life, without needing to rely on any equipment or anyone else, how could he have died such a miserable death?

But fate is not fair. When he finally understood this world through the memories of the original body, the rest of them emerged, shattering all his fantasies.

The original body belonged to Song Yang, the eighth prince of the Zhenfeng Dynasty. A noble and powerful status, right?

Wrong!

His life could be considered miserable; he was a complete waste.

With no talent for cultivation, he couldn't comprehend even the most basic technique.

In a world like this, where the Law of the Jungle prevails and the strong devour the weak, the weak have no right to anything.

This was a complete nightmare!

His identity as a prince not only did nothing to help him but actually made things even worse.

If he were an ordinary person, it would be fine; he could simply move on and live a normal life.

But a prince? Could he live an ordinary life?

The answer was clearly no!

Due to his lack of talent, his father, the current emperor Song Tianyu, didn't even care about him.

His mother was merely a concubine of low status, unable to help him.

His older brothers, the other princes, saw him as trash.

The servants treated him with "respect" only because of his mother and the influence of his maternal family, but even so, their disdain was completely visible.

But this useless prince, without cultivation, could do nothing but watch the cruelty of the world.

Song Yang sighed and thought:

"If it were only this, I could endure it."

But in the past month, tension between the princes had risen, and a war for the throne was about to break out.

Clearly, this had nothing to do with that useless prince, Song Yang.

But unfortunately, in the princes' struggle, he was used as the fuse to ignite the war.

Being the weakest in this power struggle, he was the perfect pawn to start the conflict.

His maternal family, the Ouyang family, was completely destroyed overnight.

His mother, Concubine Ouyang, was the only survivor. After all, who would dare touch her?

Even though she was just a concubine who hadn't received the emperor's favor since the birth of Song Yang, she was still a Royal Concubine.

If she were killed, it would be a slap in the emperor's face; that was the only reason she survived.

Upon discovering the fate of her family, Concubine Ouyang knelt in the imperial palace and begged the emperor to avenge her relatives.

Even after days of pleading, she was completely ignored.

As a last resort, she thought of the only way to make the emperor consider avenging her family. 

After much hesitation, she hanged herself with a white scarf.

It really worked. After the death of Concubine Ouyang, several investigations were carried out, and many powerful families fell under His Majesty's wrath.

Seeing the death of his mother, young prince Song Yang practically went mad. In just a few days, he lost everything and everyone who loved him.

Furthermore, due to the death of his mother and the subsequent investigation by His Majesty, many of the powers his brothers had cultivated were destroyed.

This naturally made them furious and probably wishing for his death, but in the capital, who would dare?

It seems that his father, the Emperor, realized this fact and decided to canonize him as King Yang, and 'rewarded' him with the lands of the Yongchang province, in the far north of the dynasty, to govern.

Song Yang smiled upon seeing these facts:

"The royal family is truly ruthless."

"Even their own son can be abandoned and handed over to death like this."

After the former Song Yang arrived in the capital of the Yongchang province, Beiyang City, he had nothing left to lose and went mad, obsessed only with revenge.

However, his subordinates did not take him seriously.

He was practically a puppet ruler, or perhaps worse, because even a puppet can mobilize at least someone; he, however, had no one listening to him.

Realizing that he would never get his revenge, he began to drink and get drunk every day in the city. Until one day, an assassin appeared and killed him in the street.

Yes, a prince of the dynasty was reduced to being killed by assassins on the streets of his own capital of the province that he was 'rewarded' with.

How ironic.

It was only in death that he finally understood one thing: in this world, what matters is strength. If he had enough strength, none of this would have happened.

But it was too late to change anything.

Looking around, Song Yang couldn't help but complain:

"How can I live? As soon as they find out I'm not dead, they will send new assassins."

"I fear that even my own 'subordinates' will kill me when they see me, and even go to the capital in search of the rewards offered by my brothers."

"After all, to the world, I am already dead."

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