I Transmigrated Again?

Boundless darkness, a high platform standing tall.

Looking at the majestic tome before him, Wang Ping felt a thousand emotions well up in his heart. "So my cheat only activates after I die? Couldn't it have given me a hint?"

If it had warned me earlier, wouldn't I have died sooner?

Yet before long, wild joy appeared on his face.

After all, in this world, what was the point of transmigrating without a cheat? Rather than wallow in emotion, it was more important to inspect his cheat first. This was the capital he needed to settle down and survive.

"Let me see..."

Wang Ping slowly stepped forward, his gaze falling on the writing on the page before him. Then he could no longer look away as an enormous amount of information was forcibly poured into his mind.

It was an incomparably wondrous experience. The information flooding into his mind was automatically organized and categorized, as though this knowledge and intelligence were not unfamiliar to him at all—as though he had mastered them long, long ago, only to be forced to forget them, and was now merely recalling them once more.

"Whew... Hah!"

A moment later, Wang Ping braced himself on the ground with both hands, gasping for breath as beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. The violent emotions and memories made his head feel as if it were splitting apart.

But thanks to that, he remembered.

This place was the internal space of the [Peace Scripture]. Put simply, it was a Morgue—very suitable for a "dead man" like him, in a certain sense.

In short, this scripture's ability was settlement. Whenever its holder personally experienced an [event] involving human hearts, Destiny, and popular support, they could use this scripture to contain the corpse of the [event protagonist], turning it into a usable [scripture scroll] to bolster the holder.

For example, the [Scroll One: Otherworldly Celestial Demon] before him.

"Using my transmigration as the [event], it produced this [Otherworldly Celestial Demon] scripture scroll... Did this mean I swallowed my corpse from before transmigrating?"

The scripture scroll settled from it also had an excellent effect.

"Revive once after death, with a seven-day cooldown, and I can even choose a different world... So it was actually the culprit behind my transmigration?"

Wang Ping came to a realization.

Judging from its effect, he might have obtained this cheat while still on Earth. After dying, he had randomly transmigrated, which was how he had ended up in this shithole called Great Shun.

Wang Ping instantly grew excited.

Twenty years since transmigrating, half a lifetime spent mediocre and accomplishing nothing—no one knew better than him that the idea that one would surely become extraordinary after transmigrating was complete nonsense.

If you couldn't make a name for yourself on Earth, why would you suddenly take off after transmigrating?

If he could go back, who would want to stay in this shithole?

Although his belated cheat had finally activated and could revive him after death, the cooldown greatly diminished the value of that revival.

"Seven days? By then, the yellow flowers will have gone cold!"

"And how could once possibly be enough? A hundred times would be more like it. It'd be even better if revival could rewind time... There'd be so much more room to maneuver."

"Even if not that, at least give me a plus sign."

Wang Ping grumbled for quite a while, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the [Peace Scripture] before him as he read every word of the [Otherworldly Celestial Demon] scripture scroll.

"...There's no Earth." Wang Ping let out a long sigh.

Under the mechanism of [Otherworldly Celestial Demon], Earth apparently did not count as "a world he had visited," so his current choices were actually extremely limited.

"I can only gamble on randomly transmigrating to a new world."

At that thought, Wang Ping's expression darkened. "If I'm lucky, I can transmigrate to a safe world and lie low for seven days until the cooldown ends."

If his luck was bad and he landed directly in some disaster zone or battlefield, he would be dead on arrival.

Wang Ping hated having to entrust his life to luck.

Of course, there was another choice: revive and remain in the Great Shun Dynasty. Yet that brought with it an unavoidable problem:

"I just died. Who knows how this revival mechanism works? If it revives me on the spot, wouldn't I run straight into the soldiers who killed me?"

"Whew..."

Wang Ping exhaled deeply. Finally, gritting his teeth, he walked up to the majestic tome and looked at [Scroll One: Otherworldly Celestial Demon]. Two lines of writing lay upon it:

[Chisel open primordial chaos, open the ancestral aperture to reach the mysterious female]

[Light is born in the empty chamber; pass through this gate to enter a Grotto-Heaven]

The words shone with golden radiance, arranged on either side like dragon sigils and phoenix script. At last, they transformed into a towering gate, as if inviting him to step inside.

"...Fuck."

Wang Ping gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, then paced around on the spot for a full half hour. Only when hunger gnawed at his stomach did he finally make up his mind.

It couldn't be helped. This Morgue obviously didn't provide meals.

If this continued, he would either starve to death here or gamble that he would not be dead on arrival. Wang Ping quickly abandoned this meaningless hesitation.

"...I'm doing it!"

Wang Ping strode forward and pushed open the gate.

The next second, golden light rapidly swallowed Wang Ping's vision, like a gentle palm slowly brushing over him, or a soft breeze caressing his skin.

Then, as though his body had been immersed in a pool of hot springs, an indescribable sensation swept through him. It was warm and comforting, enough to make one lose oneself in it. At the same time, sound, touch, and the five senses he had been born with left him one by one, as though he had returned to his mother's womb.

He did not know how long passed before he suddenly woke with a start.

He still could not see anything clearly. Before his eyes was a dazzling golden glow, hazy and unreal, but faintly, voices drifted over from very close by.

"A major incident happened in the sect recently. Have you heard?"

"Of course I heard. It was the Immortal Formula Institute, right? Apparently the [Divine Farmer Cauldron] malfunctioned, the spirit pills went berserk, and the furnace nearly exploded. Quite a few people were punished."

"Wasn't that so?"

"If you ask me, the Immortal Formula Institute was simply too ambitious. They wanted to refine a supreme immortal pill, but failed to keep it under control, and that was how the accident happened."

"It was nothing much, really. If we're talking accidents, who could compare to the one caused by the Divine Weapons Institute back then? In those days, the Sect Master poured who knew how much manpower and resources into refining that supreme treasure. In the end, he turned the entire sect into a smoky, miasmic mess, and it took tremendous effort to repair it."

"Shh... Watch your words!"

Wang Ping silently listened to their conversation, committing it all to memory. At the same time, he vaguely realized that this transmigration of his seemed to have truly hit the jackpot.

"A cultivation world?"

Wang Ping was instantly thrilled. After all, who did not dream of cultivating into an immortal and living forever? Could it be that this transmigration had made him a disciple of an Immortal Sect?

Yet the very next second, his fantasy was ruthlessly shattered.

A delighted cheer rang out. "It's finally refined! This batch of [Force Servitors] has successfully come out of the furnace. They can be delivered now."

Refined? Out of the furnace? Delivered?

Wang Ping was still bewildered when the hazy colors before his eyes suddenly rippled. Then came a violent burst of pain as a vast amount of information and memories emerged once more.

The good news was that he had indeed transmigrated into a cultivation sect.

The bad news was that he had not become a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

"I am a [Force Servitor] of the Guardian Court."

In other words, he was a puppet and servant specially refined by the Immortal Sect to serve its disciples, with roughly the same status in the sect as a robotic vacuum cleaner.

Just then, a voice came again.

"Alright, hurry up and apply the seal."

After a few simple words, Wang Ping felt a cool sensation descend from the top of his head, driving out the scorching heat that had filled his body and spreading through all four limbs and every bone.

It should have been a very pleasant feeling, but Wang Ping felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

For as the cool sensation spread through his body, he suddenly developed the urge to pledge loyalty to the Immortal Sect for the rest of his life. Such a change was clearly abnormal.

"This is... the method the Immortal Sect uses to control Force Servitors?"

Wang Ping was horrified as memories surged into his mind.

"All Force Servitors are blank slates when they first emerge from the furnace. This cool sensation directly creates their personalities and can even form ideological brands."

"But I'm different. I'm a transmigrator. My memories and established personality had already taken shape, and the Immortal Sect clearly did not anticipate that. Although this will impact my personality and cause some cognitive confusion, as long as I give myself time to recover, I can still tell things apart."

Only then did Wang Ping breathe a sigh of relief.

When that cool sensation had struck him just now, he had nearly let out a strange cry. The feeling of having his cognition torn apart was truly unbearable.

At the same time, he developed some rather bad premonitions.

Refining puppets, infusing memories, ideological brands... How should he put it? Wang Ping could understand it, but something about it felt wrong.

There was also the duty of a [Force Servitor]. The information in his inherited memories described them as practical and durable tools. That description made it hard for Wang Ping to erase the worry in his heart. No matter how he looked at it, Force Servitors had human forms. Were they deliberately made humanoid, or had they originally been human?

"Is this Immortal Sect even legitimate?"

Could it be a demonic sect?

Wang Ping instinctively tried to communicate with the [Peace Scripture]. When he focused his consciousness, he could still see the endless Morgue.

But that was all.

He could see it, but could not enter. That was the current state of the [Peace Scripture]. To physically enter that Morgue, he had to borrow the power of a scripture scroll.

Unfortunately, he only had one scripture scroll right now.

[Otherworldly Celestial Demon].

Looking at the scripture scroll, already in its cooldown state and gray-white in color, which could only light up again after seven days, Wang Ping forced himself to remain calm.

He immediately thought of another solution.

"How do I increase the number of scripture scrolls?"

If he could enter the Morgue by relying on a scripture scroll, then if [Otherworldly Celestial Demon] could not be used, he only needed to open another scroll. At least it would be a way to preserve his life.

As though sensing his thoughts, the majestic tome within the Morgue moved once again. Golden light gathered into words on the frozen page.

[Common mortal objects, earthly refined essences, heaven-nurtured divine splendor, rare treasures within the cosmos, sole genuine artifacts]

[Collect objects of the above types and merge them into the book. Each collected object may add one scripture scroll. The quality of each collected object must exceed that of the previous one.]

"...Ah."

Wang Ping instantly realized the extreme difficulty of this. "The category of each collected item has to be higher than the last, so I can't collect things casually."

For example, if the first item he collected in the future was an [earthly refined essence], then no matter how many [common mortal objects] he collected afterward, they would be meaningless. It would be equivalent to directly abandoning that grade, even though the benefits brought by the two were no different.

Both merely added one scripture scroll.

"So the most efficient method is to start with [common mortal objects] and slowly rise step by step. Only then can I avoid meaningless waste."

Besides that, this function had another use.

That was [appraisal].

"If I see something I don't recognize in the future, I can show it to the [Peace Scripture], and it should immediately give me the fairest judgment."

Of course, that was all for later.

Though the future looked promising, if there was no future, then no amount of promise meant a thing. Wang Ping understood that deeply, and his desire to survive nearly exploded.

"Since things have come to this, even if I had a regret pill, I'd have to wait seven days before I could take it."

"And as long as I survive this wave, then when I collect materials in the future and unlock more scripture scrolls, I'll only grow stronger and stronger. What I need is time to develop."

"But... then again." Wang Ping's thoughts suddenly shifted.

If he thought about it carefully, setting aside those terrifying matters from before, the Immortal Sect was actually quite good. Everywhere, it taught the principles of being a person.

"I should actually be grateful."

Grateful to the Immortal Sect for giving him the opportunity to serve immortals.

Grateful to the Immortal Sect for giving him the opportunity to approach the immortal path.

Grateful to the Immortal Sect for giving him the opportunity to be reborn and remade.

"I am a brick of the Immortal Sect; wherever I'm needed, I'll go—fuck!" Wang Ping shuddered, breaking free from the inexplicable thought that had suddenly surfaced.

Yet even so, he could not stop himself from feeling a trace of agreement with that thought of [gratitude].

As a [Force Servitor], his greatest happiness was gaining the Immortal Sect's recognition. The more recognition he received, the greater his value as a tool.

This was livestock raised as human sacrifice...

"...No!"

The next second, Wang Ping regained his clarity. His scalp went numb. "As long as I remain a [Force Servitor], my mind will continue to be influenced by it?"

He could hold on for now, but if this continued, he could not guarantee that he would remain lucid. By then, he might truly become the Immortal Sect's weapon.

"What kind of joke is this?!"

At that thought, only one idea remained in Wang Ping's mind.

"Seven days. As long as I hold on for seven days until [Otherworldly Celestial Demon] finishes cooling down, everything will get better. Before then, I absolutely have to lie low!"