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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 50: A Prayer to the Heavens

Feng Liang moved swiftly, each leap carrying him closer to the heart of the city, now a twisted landscape of fire and ash.

Buildings burned in crackling symphonies, their wooden frames collapsing under the relentless onslaught of flames.

Smoldering ruins lay scattered around, with some buildings reduced to charred remnants, while others stood half-burnt, like skeletons in the embers.

Everywhere he looked, people were crying out in fear and desperation.

Mothers clutched their children, elderly couples held each other tightly, and friends comforted one another, their faces smeared with soot and tears.

As Feng Liang descended from his final leap, landing softly on the ground, the villagers noticed his presence.

The crowds fell silent, their tear-streaked faces turning toward him, the faintest glimmer of hope sparking in their eyes.