Chapter 1 The Failed Monk

‘What a strange place.’

Wang Jixuan roughly scanned the memories of this body, feeling somewhat bewildered.

What kind of strange Small World had he stumbled into?

There were no rumors of Immortals here, nor any traces of cultivation. The Human Race, referred to as humans, lived on this blue planet, and currently, humanity was in a difficult situation, barely surviving after a great cataclysm.

Cataclysm? Blade Beast?

What was all this about? Had the Yao Realm invaded?

Wang Jixuan’s remnant Soul was merging with this body.

To be precise, this young man named Mu Liang had ended his life by hanging himself moments ago. Wang Jixuan’s remnant Soul had descended here and was gradually taking over this body.

Possession?

No, no, no, that was something only Demonic Path fiends did.

Wang Jixuan preferred to call his current state…

Rebirth!

Boundless Heavenly Venerate.

‘Even the Heavenly Tribulation couldn’t defeat this humble Daoist?’

Wang Jixuan wanted to laugh out loud, but he hadn’t yet sensed the existence of a body.

While relieved that he had escaped death during the Heavenly Tribulation, he couldn’t help but look back at his long yet short life.

Wang Jixuan felt like a joke.

He was called a Genius seen once every ten thousand years in the cultivation world, and in his previous life, he had always strived to live up to his cultivation talent.

He lived a total of one hundred and twenty-six years, one hundred and twenty of which were spent in arduous cultivation in the mountains.

When his parents passed away in the Mortal world, he did not appear, only entrusting a fellow disciple to send some worldly gold and silver to his siblings at home;

When his Master died in battle during the siege of Demonic Cultivators, he was diligently in secluded cultivation. Before he could avenge his Master, that Demonic Path old monster had already been exterminated by Righteous Path Cultivators.

To focus wholeheartedly on cultivation, Wang Jixuan refused the requests of Dao Companion from his agile Junior Sister and gentle Senior Sister;

To strengthen his Dao heart, Wang Jixuan did not enjoy the three-thousand-year blessing of a Mahayana expert descending to the Lower Realm to wield power. After he reached the Perfection Realm of Mahayana, he resolutely challenged the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation, which had less than a ten percent chance of success.

And then… he was struck dead by the tribulation lightning.

Wang Jixuan originally thought his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, that his hundred years of arduous cultivation would end in ashes. He never expected such a turn of events; a wisp of his remnant Soul drifted in the darkness, appearing here for some unknown reason and occupying this young man’s body.

Wang Jixuan was filled with emotion:

‘Alas!’

‘If this humble Daoist could start over, I would definitely leave my long-term secluded cultivation place and see more of the world’s colors.’

Of course, it’s quite good now.

No need for ‘if’, he was already going to live.

In this life, he would bravely strive for Immortality and challenge the Heavenly Tribulation again!

He must go to the rumored Immortal Realm to see it!

Suddenly;

The suffocating sensation of the rope around his neck appeared;

Wang Jixuan felt dizzy, saw stars, and couldn’t muster any strength. Instinct drove him to struggle, but his struggles were too weak.

Something’s not right!

Very not right!

He had taken Possession—bah, been Reborn—into a young man who had just hanged himself! If he couldn’t escape his current predicament, he would soon be hanged too!

Moreover, this wisp of his remnant Soul had already merged with the body.

If he truly died here, there wouldn’t even be a chance for his remnant Soul to escape later!

This, what should he do?

Suffocation and intense dizziness surged repeatedly. Wang Jixuan was terrified, his face flushed again, and the blood flow in his body became increasingly rapid. Countless profound incantations, talismans, and Formations flashed through his mind, but at this moment, not a single one could be used!

Although Wang Jixuan’s cultivation career involved little direct combat, he was proficient in various spells. On the brink of death, he had a flash of inspiration, using his last ounce of strength to pull at the rope, which was a bedsheet cut and twisted, and he gritted his teeth, chanting:

“Heaven is round, Earth is square… Law of the Nine Chapters… Blazing Fire Condensing Light…”

Whoosh!

Two small flames emerged from his palms.

Wang Jixuan held his breath, fearing he might extinguish these two flames.

The right flame lasted for two breaths before extinguishing itself.

The left cloth rope began to burn, and the fingers of this body were already scorched!

His neck suddenly loosened, his feet landed on the ground first, then he weakly collapsed and lay down, falling in a daze.

Wang Jixuan squeezed his eyes hard, breathing in large gulps of the somewhat murky air. His ears buzzed incessantly, and his heart beat erratically.

The pain from various parts of his new body could not spoil his excellent mood.

He was alive.

Though very disheveled.

Wang Jixuan was relieved but also a little puzzled.

Even if his remnant Soul had little Primordial Spirit power, how could his simplest Blazing Fire Spell only produce two candlelight flames?

The first time he used the Blazing Fire Spell as a young Daoist acolyte, he successfully summoned two flames the size of a bowl…

Wang Jixuan cast a Calming Spell, allowing himself to quickly regain composure, at the cost of the body’s pain being magnified several times.

The first thing he needed to do was check his surroundings.

This wisp of remnant Soul was too weak to release its spiritual sense. After lying on the ground for a while, he barely managed to sense the presence of Spiritual Qi.

The amount of Spiritual Qi in the air was very small, probably only one-tenth of what was found in ordinary Mortal lands in Wang Jixuan’s original world.

‘This Small World is not only strange in its people’s clothing and architecture, but the world itself is also not very suitable for cultivation.’

Wang Jixuan sighed inwardly.

It was already very good to be alive;

Besides, although the Spiritual Qi in the air was scarce, it wasn’t impossible to cultivate. He had cultivation insights from Foundation Establishment to the Great Ascension Stage in his memory. He only needed to collect more Spirit Stones or treasures rich in Spiritual Qi, and he could naturally progress step by step and face the Heavenly Tribulation again!

This failed Undergoing Tribulation also forced Wang Jixuan to reflect on himself.

Was his Dao foundation in his previous life not stable enough?

Was his understanding of the Dao not deep enough?

Perhaps only true Immortals could give him the answer.

Now, having gained Rebirth and Reincarnation for cultivation, he must be more diligent and hardworking than in his previous life, forging a more perfect Dao foundation and understanding deeper levels of Dao and Law.

He must enter the Realm of Immortals and see the rumored Immortal Realm, to find out what truly differentiates it from the Mortal world!

‘It’s time to examine this body’s memories.’

‘Their spoken language and written characters seem not much different from those in the world where this humble Daoist lived in his previous life.’

‘Mu Liang? From now on, this humble Daoist will live on your behalf and will naturally help you take care of your family… Not bad, you actually have no family…’

Wang Jixuan muttered to himself, the pain in various parts of his body had eased considerably.

He still lay on the ground without moving, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he repeatedly chanted a Clear Mind Spell in his heart.

The Clear Mind Spell was a mantra used to quickly enter meditation, and it also had the effect of clearing the mind and improving memory.

Wang Jixuan did not notice at this moment that as he chanted the spell, very faint dust motes appeared in the surrounding air, converging towards his head.

Slowly, the original blurry childhood memories of this body became clear and coherent.

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment, choosing to observe from this body’s childhood. Through the memories of this young man named Mu Liang learning to speak and read in his childhood, he quickly grasped the language and writing of this world.

‘The spoken language is similar to that of this humble Daoist’s original world, and the written characters originate from the same source as those of this humble Daoist’s original world, both evolving from simple drawings into words, not difficult to understand.’

Wang Jixuan showed a slight smile, greedily learning the many new and strange words of this place, and fully understanding their meanings.

This world, which seemed so strange to him, was about to reveal a tip of its iceberg…

Bang!

The locked iron door was directly breached by a ram.

Seven or eight men in orange uniforms looked inside. The leader shouted, “Quick, save him!” Three team members immediately rushed in.

Wang Jixuan immediately made a decision, lying there and continuing to feign unconsciousness, while speeding up his reading of this body’s memories.

He could already understand the general meaning of what these people were saying.

“He’s fine! He’s passed out!”

“There are ligature marks on his neck!”

“First, take photos, preserve the scene. He has severely violated the self-harm act regulations!”

“Alright, first send him to the isolation medical room. We’ll worry about whether he broke the law later! That’s for the tribunal and doctors to decide.”

“If someone is saved from suicide, aren’t they supposed to undergo brain tissue removal surgery?”

“Another young person having a mental breakdown. How many is this today? Mu Liang, a rather interesting name, a Level 3 ordinary citizen, an Intermediate technician. He has value for our rescue.”

“Stretcher! Stretcher! Don’t just carry him! Follow the operating manual! Avoid secondary injury!”

“I’m actually carrying a living person for the first time. Every previous rescue involved carrying away a corpse… Uh, what I actually wanted to say is, how did this guy survive? There’s no lighter here, right? His rope seems to have been burned through, there are scorch marks on the edge, Captain.”

“Thanks to the damned Human Rights Protection Law, private spaces aren’t allowed to install public recording devices. Who knows how he got down! Don’t dwell on these minor details, save him first.”

The team members carefully lifted Wang Jixuan onto the stretcher.

Wang Jixuan was slightly puzzled.

What was the self-harm act?

Listening to these Mortal officials, it seemed that self-hanging was also a serious crime, and he might face imprisonment next?

Interesting.

Wang Jixuan felt a bit more anticipation in his heart.

He continued to read the memories of this body, so that he could properly impersonate this young man named Mu Liang later, and not be seen through by these people.