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The Founder of Qi Cultivation, Reincarnates?

In the God Domain, Cultivators were far and few between, but each of them wielded power that would make them known as gods. How did they come to have such power? They comprehended the laws between heaven and earth and became those very laws. But something occurred, a youth that hadn’t gained the acknowledgment of the heavens to become a cultivator chance upon Qi. Determined to reverse the bad hand faith had dealt him he started researching it and came to a shocking conclusion. The very laws that the heavens prevented him from comprehending were swirling around in this strange energy! The youth thought to himself that if he could somehow control it, then he could defy the heavens and become a cultivator. Without any hesitation he began researching more and found out that the only way to control this newfound energy was to absorb it within his body. After many years of preparations, he did exactly that. However, he promptly died from the finger size strand he absorbed. Ten years after his death a cultivator found his research journal and decided to further study this fascinating idea. Skip forward to an unknown period in the future and a baby was born into a powerful royal family as the second prince. Upon his birth this child had the laws of heaven and earth swirling around him. This immediately sent the royal court into a stir as they thought the heavens themselves had blessed the Emperor’s second son. But as that was happening, the baby that had just been born saw the midwife use a spell to turn Qi into water to clean him. Upon seeing this, the baby’s eyes widen into saucers as a voice screamed hysterically in his head, “W-WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY IDEA?!” ** Ps: If your reading this on a pirated site please consider reading the book on the officially websites, Goodnovel/Meganovel, Webnovel, and the first sixty chapters on Royal Road. Other books: The Growth Of A TiTan

TSETTH · Fantasi Timur
Peringkat tidak cukup
478 Chs

Chapter 419- You Aren’t… (1)

“Look...*clack clack*… I see… *clack clack*… something… *clack clack*… ugh, f-forget it… too cold.”

One disciple was trying to point out the outlines of a city through the heavy blizzard, but his teeth were trembling so much he couldn’t bother continuing to speak. He was close to biting his tongue off. And not only that his body was shivering harder than a leaf in the wind.

But he wasn’t the only one suffering from the cold nor was he the only one who saw the city, everyone did.

But as the city got closer, these disciples didn’t know whether to feel joy or sorrow. The further they got the colder it would become, by the time they reach the city and have to get off, wouldn’t they freeze to death?

Thousands of cultivators freezing to death because of bad weather, just how absurd would that sound to the people back home on the Maple Continent?