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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. ^-^

WanderingShadow1 · Fantasi Timur
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60 Chs

Ch 47: Taking Over the Beggar's Sect-1

Feng Liang sat upon the grand throne, his form youthful, yet his presence commanded the room with the gravity of millennia.

Before him, Bu Zheng, the esteemed Martial Sage, remained bowed, while the elders... once powerful figures... still knelt, their eyes wide in awe and confusion.

The air was thick with silence, the kind that presses against the chest, demanding reverence. Yet, for Feng Liang, this was just another reminder of the weight he carried, a responsibility that fate seemed determined to never let him escape.

He sighed, the sound soft but laden with centuries of weariness. He had sought peace, a quiet life, but here he was again, on the throne, watching as the world bent to his will.

Just then, the hall began to echo with a distant sound... a soft, rhythmic pounding. At first, it seemed to come from nowhere, but then it grew louder, more distinct.