Reincarnation Emperor, Son of an Immortal King

Dawn broke, and the morning's crimson glow climbed the horizon like a shy maiden.

The rising sun ascended, casting strands of brilliant golden radiance across heaven and earth; the vast, boundless continent seemed to drape itself in a faint, gossamer veil.

A towering, massive ancient city stood at the edge of the endless plains, majestic and grand, its history long and profound.

The ancient city was imposing and atmospheric, primitive yet spiritual, as if it possessed a soul of its own, having witnessed the rise and fall of eras and the ebb and flow of great ages within the Primal Ancient Realm.

The shocking scars upon its walls were like endless brands, weathered by the fires of war and stained with the blood of Immortal Kings, yet it stood unyielding, enduring through the ages.

The city walls were constructed from ancient, precious, and long-lasting stone; they were incomparably sturdy, appearing ordinary on the surface yet having defended the safety of the city's millions of inhabitants countless times.

The Primal Ancient Realm, the towering Imperial City!

The Imperial City was glorious; as the most resplendent era of the Primal Ancient Realm, the Immortal Ancient Era saw the Imperial City's radiance shine like the Immortal Domain, producing generations of heaven-gifted talents and countless royal clans, all bathing in the holy light of the heavens.

Yet today, the streets of the Imperial City remained exceptionally lively, bustling with coming and going crowds, prosperous and wealthy. From time to time, True Immortals and the chariots of Immortal Kings would pass through the long streets to enter the Imperial Palace, the symbol of the Imperial City.

This inevitably sparked heated discussions among the residents, wondering which Immortal King was hosting a grand banquet, inviting various great powers into the palace to raise their cups in celebration.

Suddenly, the cry of an infant rang out, resonant and clear, echoing through the Imperial City.

"Waa!"

The bustling, towering Imperial City fell silent in an instant, with only the sound of the infant continuing to ring out, each cry vast and powerful.

Pedestrians and great heroes alike turned their gazes toward the ancient palace at the center of the Imperial City.

At this moment, within that ancient palace, rays of brilliant divine light illuminated the air, enveloping the crying infant and silently nourishing and protecting him.

The infant's cries grew increasingly sonorous, as if resonating with heaven and earth, and waves of powerful aura continuously emanated from his body, shaking the entire Imperial City.

Above the Imperial City, ocean-like essence and brilliance descended from the cosmos, thickening into starlight. Countless stars converged, forming rivers and waterfalls that cascaded from the sky, creating a scene reminiscent of the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens.

This was a gift from the universe; all the essence of the sun and moon gathered toward the palace, wandering and wrapping around the newborn infant to help him build a flawless foundation for cultivation.

Waterfalls of divine essence from beyond the realm descended one after another, and the entire Imperial City was shrouded in this brilliance, making the residents feel as though they were in a fairyland—marvelous and shocking!

"Don't just stand there, sit and cultivate!"

"This is a heaven-sent opportunity, one that doesn't appear even once in ten thousand years. Comprehend it well and cultivate."

The elders of the city urged their juniors, whose cultivation was shallow. This was a chance, a rare and precious opportunity!

In an era where not a single invincible True Immortal had appeared in ten thousand years, this essence of heaven and earth, comparable to the Immortal level, was a boundless gift—like sweet rain after a long drought, or rebirth after decay.

"The infant's cry is so thick and powerful that it silenced the Imperial City. To have such a world-shaking omen upon birth... I wonder which human powerhouse has ascended to the peak of the Supreme realm... or if it is the child of an Immortal King whose birth has caused the Imperial City to resonate." Inside a refined pavilion, an old man with a crane-like appearance and youthful complexion stroked his beard and sighed.

"It is most likely the birth of an Immortal King's child. Our ancient realm will gain another fierce warrior! How fortunate, how fortunate!"

Omens appeared frequently; True Dragons and Immortal Phoenixes danced together above the Imperial City, the sky filled with colorful clouds and thousands of auspicious rays.

The infant's cries echoed in every corner of the Imperial City, as if possessing a magical power that made all living beings feel a strong throb in their hearts.

Suddenly, the sky split open with a golden light, from which a massive Bronze Treasure Cauldron flew out, its body inscribed with ancient runes, emitting a brilliant radiance.

The treasure cauldron circled above the Imperial City three times before slowly descending, its mouth facing the pavilion where the infant resided.

At this moment, a majestic and holy voice emanated from the cauldron: "This child is born a flawless Supreme, unprecedented in all ages, gifted with extraordinary talent, and a destiny of incomparable nobility. His path of cultivation shall be smooth and unobstructed. Today, I bestow upon you the essence of heaven and earth; may you never forget your original intent and forge ahead with courage."

As the words fell, a golden light shot from the cauldron directly into the infant's body. The entire process was dreamlike and surreal, leaving everyone in awe.

After the golden light dissipated, the cauldron turned into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon. The dance of the True Dragons and Immortal Phoenixes became even more joyful, as if celebrating this grand event.

Inside the dignified and grand palace, more than ten Immortal Kings, surrounded by mists of essence, gathered together. Their gazes turned in unison toward the newly born "child of the Immortal King." Several Immortal Kings were lost in thought, unsure of how to speak.

The omen just triggered was too vast; it was the gift of the universe that only occurs when a human being steps into the Supreme realm, with spiritual essence so dense it had materialized and could not disperse.

However, there had been no sign of a Supreme Tribulation, nor a path to the Supreme realm.

Finally, the gentle Immortal King Wuzhong, dressed in white robes, spoke plainly, "Fellow Daoist Reincarnation, this child is a natural Supreme, unparalleled in the present... and in all eternity! Looking back through the rise and fall of eras and the changing of great ages, a child born as a flawless Supreme is something never seen or heard of before... Fellow Daoist."

Hearing this, Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, who stood by the bed, was stunned, then said solemnly: "This infant is my own child, my flesh and blood; all the karma of this child shall fall upon me!"

The Immortal Kings fell into a silence. Looking at the firm and resolute Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, and then at the tender infant radiating Supreme energy, it seemed that each Immortal King had reached a decision in their hearts.

"Wua!"

The infant let out a weak, delicate cry. Suddenly, his body emitted a dazzling divine light, the radiance forming a pillar that projected outside the palace and shot into the clouds, as if trying to summon something.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the sky above the Imperial City split open. The chaotic, ethereal void of the cosmic galaxy appeared within, and a massive, surging River of Time poured out from the rift, appearing magnificently above the Imperial City and rolling toward the pillar of light that pierced the sky.

Sensing the changes in the Imperial City, the Immortal Kings within the palace immediately used their divine sense to investigate the situation outside. Upon realizing that the River of Time had been summoned, the Immortal Kings could not help but be shaken, their hearts—usually as still as ancient wells—now rippling with a hint of strange excitement.

The moment the pillar of light connected with the river, the infant flashed outside the palace, hovering in the air beneath the river.

The River of Time flowed slowly, and the surging ripples seemed to contain endless power of time. A vicissitudinous, ancient aura permeated the air.

Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation felt a pang of anxiety as his child suddenly flashed away, but he quickly calmed down. He flashed outside the palace, hovering in the air beside the infant, and gently scattered the radiance of an Immortal King upon him, shielding him with Immortal King power so he would not suffer any nameless calamity.

Splash! Splash!

The River of Time rolled on, and countless memory fragments surged toward the infant along with the connecting pillar of light. Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation was about to intervene, but he discovered that a life-and-death karma had descended and shrouded his brow.

If he were to block the memory fragments from surging into the infant's consciousness along with the pillar of light, he would suffer a life-and-death tribulation. Even as an Immortal King giant, he could not resist this indescribable power of karma!

Nourished by the River of Time, the infant's tiny body emitted a faint glow; he appeared to be bathing in brilliant starlight, every inch of his skin brimming with vitality and vigor.

His eyes slowly opened, a gaze as deep as the sea flashing within them, as if he could see through all the illusions of the world and reach the very origin of existence.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a clap of thunder erupted from thin air, shaking the entire Imperial City until it trembled, causing the cultivators sitting in meditation to look toward the sky in unison, as if deeply drawn by something.

From within the River of Time emerged a figure clad in tattered imperial robes, his body broken and battered; he stepped slowly out of the river, each step a cycle of reincarnation, and in three strides, he arrived before the infant, standing tall and upright in the void.

At the same time, an immensely powerful and majestic pressure, reeking of a thick, pungent scent of blood, radiated outward; the stench was so overwhelming that even True Immortals could not withstand it, collapsing in wretched states as they vomited and lost consciousness.

Everyone present, save for those at the Immortal King realm, fainted without exception; it was only by joining forces to condense a defensive barrier that the peak and titan Immortal Kings could barely resist this pressure.

Yet it remained a grueling struggle; even after pooling their strength to form the barrier, the Immortal Kings found every movement difficult, as if they were pinned down by boundless gravity that forbade them from taking a single step.

Outside the palace, that figure was none other than the Reincarnation Emperor who had cast a forbidden art to escape into the River of Time—Su Li!