Loose cultivator Shi Lang gradually found himself in the realm of invincibility. However, when he finally tried to ascend to the higher realm, the spirit of the world was nearly exhausted. So, between his ascension to a new world or the well-being of his home, he chose the latter and sacrificed his life to save the world. Nobody knew what he gave up for the world, and he told no one. Although his sacrifice had gone unsung, there was still someone who witnessed everything. A treasured artifact he carried on his body preserved his soul and let it escape a tragic end. Eons passed. The human race stepped out from the age of cultivation into an age of stellar conquest. The spirit energy in the world was now scarce, but humans found other means to excel. In this highly-advanced time, Shi Lang's soul has found a chance to be reborn. What happens when an ancient cultivator that neared the level of a deity before his first death gets a second chance at life in the space age? ... Cover Credits: ropreker#8513(discord) Fonts and Final editing credits: Not gonna tell y'all. XD
Shi Lang and his fellow disciples entered the forest and rushed through the woods at a fast speed. Bai Yan said, "This place is not simple."
The rest of the people nodded, and Shi Lang said, "For the initial part of the battle, let me use a spear. I want to see what these so-called geniuses are made of."
The five people almost tripped over. Liang Ping said in a solemn tone, "Junior Brother, this is not a good time to joke. How can you face them with a spear? They have condensed their spiritual spears already..."
Shi Lang did not want to be entangled in an argument, so he called for his spiritual weapons. He was positioned in the center of the formation, and all of the disciples saw the two needle-like lightning-blue weapons hovering over his palm. The five of them sucked in a deep breath, and Wen Lengxue mumbled, "To condense a spiritual tool, one must know its essence. You comprehended it. You monster."