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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 · 東方
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60 Chs

Ch 42: Teasing

Bu Qing stood behind Feng Liang, her heart still pounding in her chest after witnessing his display of power. His golden eyes, which moments ago had glowed with such intensity that they seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, now looked calm... almost serene.

It was as if the man before her was capable of switching between godlike power and a tranquil demeanor at will. She had never seen anything like it, and it left her feeling a mixture of awe, fear, and something else she couldn't quite place.

The silence between them felt heavy, as if there were words hanging in the air that neither of them dared to speak.

Bu Qing's hands fidgeted at her sides as she nervously played with the fabric of her sleeves, unsure of how to break the quiet. Should she say something? Should she ask him about the golden eyes or the power he had displayed?