Rebirth

Chapter 1: Rebirth

"The one I love is a peerless protagonist. One day, he will wear golden armor, step on seven-colored clouds, and under the gaze of countless eyes, come to kill me!"

The Yuanyang Continent is a world of martial arts!

Legend has it that an ancient mysterious power divided the continent into five parts!

Located in the Eastern Continent, the Far West Land is where the True Martial Sacred Sect, a behemoth that rules over thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, is situated.

Within the True Martial Sacred Sect, white cranes cry in unison, auspicious clouds descend, and spiritual springs surge like a boundless sea into the sky.

There are cultivators who travel on swords, crossing vast distances in an instant.

There are strong men who punch, turning black iron martial stones into scattered debris in explosions.

Yan Nan Peak is located in the central area of the True Martial Sacred Sect. The peak is a thousand zhang tall, like a pagoda, soaring into the clouds.

White clouds drift at the summit, and mist entwines.

Xu Zimo, clad in white, was more radiant than snow. His scattered hair danced in the cold wind, and his eyes were infinitely deep.

His slender figure stood by the cliff's edge, the breeze rustling his white robes.

"I've been reborn, haven't I!" Xu Zimo was stunned. He remained silent for three minutes, then another three.

"Rebirth is supposed to be a protagonist's trope, isn't it? But I'm a villain in this damn setting!"

Xu Zimo began to examine his condition. This situation could be considered a soul transmigration.

This body was incredibly frail, almost beyond imagination. He was certain he had returned to the age of fifteen, just as he was about to begin cultivating.

But this rebirth granted him not only all the memories from his previous life, but also...

In his lower abdomen, a sphere condensed from laws floated quietly. The sphere's light was contained, and its surface appeared ordinary.

However, if one looked closely within, they would find that the sphere contained its own space, filled with radiant light, dewdrops on small grasses, and the rising sun.

The sphere's interior was ever-changing, and the power it exuded, even a mere trace, seemed capable of leveling the mountain peak beneath his feet.

Xu Zimo felt a familiar aura from the sphere. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had realized something incredible.

The sphere was something he had obtained unintentionally in his previous life. Its purpose was unknown, but it had a special ability to tear space.

Xu Zimo remembered that on the day he was defeated, he had poured all his cultivation from the Divine Meridian Realm into the sphere, hoping to tear space and escape. He never expected to be reborn into his youth.

He finally understood why the sphere felt familiar. Wasn't the energy within this sphere his cultivation from the Divine Meridian Realm that he had poured into it in his previous life?

Xu Zimo trembled with excitement. He was confident that with just one year, he could use this energy to return to the Divine Meridian Realm.

The path of martial arts is difficult!

Difficult as ascending to heaven!

Each step is a heavenly ascent!

Humans begin their cultivation from the Mortal Realm, strengthening their flesh and blood, honing their bones and tendons, and tempering their skin.

Internally, they train their organs; externally, they train their skin, flesh, bones, and tendons.

After tempering the body, they must open the body's meridian gates, connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and enter the Spirit Vein Realm.

Mortal Realm, Spirit Vein, Condensing Meridian, True Meridian, Void Meridian, Venerable Meridian, Imperial Meridian, Saint Meridian, Divine Meridian.

These nine realms are known as the Nine Ascension Meridians.

Xu Zimo gazed at the distant horizon. He could now freely manipulate the energy within the sphere. With just a thought, he could complete the tempering of the Mortal Realm and directly reach the Spirit Vein Realm.

Absorbing all this energy within a year and returning to the Divine Meridian Realm was no longer a problem.

But he was not in a hurry. Firstly, he was currently within the True Martial Sacred Sect, and his father cared deeply about his cultivation. He did not want others to discover his abnormality.

As for the second reason, Xu Zimo was not in a rush to improve his cultivation. He was enjoying the current atmosphere.

Everything was still here, and everything could be salvaged.

His father, Ru Hu, Xiao Ding Tian, and the girl by the willow river, who stood in the wind, weeping, telling him she wanted to spend a simple life with him.

In the end, he had failed everyone. After a near-death struggle, he was ultimately defeated by the protagonist Chu Yang's sword.

Xu Zimo looked into the distance, his white robes merging with the mist. The wind seemed to grow stronger, and a hint of madness touched his smile.

"Chu Yang, in my past life, I was merely a slightly larger stone on your path to the peak.

Elder Samsara, the protagonist's golden-fingered elder, I was also just an insignificant piece on your chessboard.

But in this life, I will break free from the chessboard. I will surely take control of the pieces, using all living beings as my chess pieces and heaven and earth as the board, ruling for eternity."

The courtyard where Xu Zimo lived was in the middle of Yan Nan Peak. Along the way, medicinal herbs bloomed on both sides, with blue and purple stripes interwoven like a rainbow. Auspicious beasts ran into the distance, their bodies radiating golden light.

The vibrant fruits on the spiritual trees on either side were, individually, spiritual fruits that others would fight fiercely over in the outside world.

But here, they were merely decorative items to adorn the scenery along the way.

Xu Zimo arrived at the courtyard. The guard, Zhang Chongtian, was already waiting from afar at the entrance.

"Young Master, the Vice Sect Master just sent word. He said if you're free, you should go see him. He has something to tell you," Zhang Chongtian said respectfully.

"Got it," Xu Zimo nodded and, accompanied by Zhang Chongtian, headed towards Qingshan Peak.

Three years ago, the current Sect Master of the True Martial Sacred Sect, having reached the peak of the Saint Meridian Realm, sought that final sliver of hope to break into the Divine Meridian Realm.

He handed over the reins of power to the Vice Sect Master, Xu Qingshan, and went alone into the mortal world, hoping to find a breakthrough in returning to the basics.

Since then, Vice Sect Master Xu Qingshan became the most powerful figure in the True Martial Sacred Sect, and Xu Zimo is Xu Qingshan's only son.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was the Crown Prince of the entire True Martial Sacred Sect.

Xu Zimo knew that his father was likely looking for him to discuss cultivation at this time.

He was only fifteen years old, just reaching the basic threshold for cultivation.

Before the age of fifteen, a human's meridians and internal organs are not yet fully formed, making them fragile and difficult to cultivate.

Essentially, everyone on the Yuanyang Continent begins their path to cultivation at the age of fifteen.

Xu Zimo arrived at Qingshan Peak. As the residence of the most powerful figure in the True Martial Sacred Sect, it wasn't ostentatiously grand with magnificent buildings and pavilions.

Instead, there was only a simple wooden cabin, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in a green robe sitting by the river.

Xu Zimo stood by the river, quietly watching his father.

He didn't speak, and Xu Qingshan didn't speak either.

The father and son shared a rare, unspoken understanding.

After a long while, a gentle breeze seemed to break the precious silence, and Xu Qingshan slowly raised his head.

He was a very ordinary middle-aged man, dressed in a simple green robe, with no imposing aura about him.