The Wheel of Reincarnation!
Was it forged by this person?
Witnessing it firsthand, Shi Hao was utterly dumbfounded. He stared blankly, his mind reeling at the sight of the master of such a supreme treasure from the Upper Realm standing before him. It felt surreal, like a dream.
Those artifacts, those Chaos Treasures—each had an immense origin, a staggering past, and an irreplicable legend.
Today, to meet their creator was like stepping into a fantasy.
“The Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King is still researching his Great Dao. His ideals are too lofty—who knows if they can truly be realized?” the Phoenix Maiden murmured softly.
“He will succeed! The Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King is a peerless genius, possessing unparalleled vision. If he says he will research reincarnation, he will make it happen!” The little girl cradling a white qilin blinked her large eyes, her expression brimming with adoration.
Even the baby qilin in her arms blinked its big eyes, pressing its front hooves together as if in agreement.
“The Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King’s talent is unmatched, no less than Lord Wuzhong’s. Surely, he will succeed one day,” the young man carrying the Radiant Immortal Gold Sword added.
“Ah, but the Wheel of Reincarnation he forged has already shattered into pieces. I fear he might lose himself in his obsession and one day be consumed by it,” someone nearby whispered, their voice laced with worry.
Shi Hao listened to their words, his heart surging with shock. Someone was researching reincarnation—something that didn’t even exist in this world!
No matter what, just being here today and learning these secrets was enough, even if he gained nothing else.
Flames roared as the sun in the sky plummeted toward the Violet Bamboo Forest of the Southern Sea. Its radiance was so intense that the seawater beneath it evaporated violently, nearly drying up.
“You old rascal, coexisting with heaven and earth, living for countless years, yet still as mischievous as a child, playing such pranks,” someone in the bamboo forest chuckled.
Laughter echoed from the sky as the golden sun transformed into a Golden Crow, retracting all its heat before descending from the void. Finally, it took the form of an old man clad in golden Daoist robes.
“Look, now that you’ve come, the heavens are left unattended, and the world has darkened into night,” someone grumbled.
“No matter.” The old Golden Crow flicked his finger, sending a streak of golden light soaring into the sky, where it transformed into a blazing sun, illuminating the world once more.
This was a divine technique—creating a sun with a mere gesture. Shi Hao was stunned into silence.
A group of young elites gathered, discussing the Dao. Shi Hao realized with dismay that he felt like a cultivation failure, unable to comprehend their discourse.
Their systems were different. Unless they occasionally mentioned secret techniques, their paths diverged entirely from what he knew.
These people cultivated by fusing Immortal Seeds into their bodies, using them as the foundation for their path.
“Brother Daoist, why are you silent?” the young man with the Radiant Immortal Gold Sword asked.
Shi Hao smiled wryly. “My strength is lacking. I’ll just listen.”
Now he finally understood why the Willow Deity’s techniques and those of the Ten Fiends were all Treasure Arts—there were no concrete cultivation paths left behind.
Because they differed too greatly from the methods of his world.
“The Willow Deity and the others are easier to understand—they’ve spanned two epochs, already finding a middle path that aligns with our world’s methods. But these people’s doctrines are far too complex and obscure.”
Shi Hao sighed. Without truly mastering their techniques, he couldn’t integrate or effectively discuss them.
“Brother Daoist, you’re too humble. I sense an Immortal Dao aura about you—you’ve clearly achieved great cultivation. Why say such things?” The young man with the Radiant Immortal Gold Sword spoke earnestly.
Despite their extraordinary statuses as the elites of their clans, everyone here was amiable, without a trace of arrogance or condescension.
Shi Hao felt a different atmosphere—these people were humble, engaging in pure exchange and discussion.
“My path is a bit unique,” Shi Hao said.
“Let’s spar and see who’s stronger!” the girl holding the white qilin giggled.
“Good, let’s observe.”
“Indeed. The elders will soon lecture on the Dao. Let’s make the most of this time—just a friendly match, no delays.”
Eagerly, the group urged them to begin.
“Alright!” the girl agreed cheerfully.
After a moment’s thought, Shi Hao stepped forward without hesitation.
“Whoosh!”
The girl pointed, her finger glowing as a seed shot forth, taking root in the void and emitting an ancient, mysterious aura.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao was surprised. Her technique was indeed unconventional—this wasn’t a real plant seed but a Dao Seed, evolving as it absorbed the void’s energy, releasing the essence of the Great Dao.
“Whoosh!”
He flicked his finger, releasing a bolt of lightning—simple and direct.
Yet, the girl’s Dao Seed was extraordinary. It bloomed, bore fruit, and transformed into a pagoda that resonated faintly, dispersing the lightning.
“Again!” Shi Hao increased his power this time.
Arcs of lightning surged forth, carrying miniature stars—manifestations of thunder with formidable might.
“Why do you focus so much on techniques and neglect the essence of the Dao?” the girl asked, puzzled.
She struck again, releasing a stream of light that condensed into another Immortal Seed. It bloomed once more, this time forming a bell.
“Dang!”
The bell tolled, distorting time around it and redirecting the lightning into temporal turbulence.
Shi Hao was astonished. Now he understood—she wasn’t approaching this from the perspective of techniques but directly wielding the Dao itself.
Was this the system of the Immortal Ancient Era?
Starting from the fundamental Dao, lacking variation, simple and direct.
In this era, cultivators usually began with techniques, ultimately interpreting the Dao—but the paths were entirely different. Treasure Arts were immensely powerful.
Treasure Arts were the ultimate expression of the Dao, transforming it into one’s own power—rebirth, metamorphosis.
The Immortal Ancient path, however, began directly with the Dao—powerful but less versatile.
Of course, he was forcing comparisons.
In truth, these were two distinct systems with many differences. Shi Hao couldn’t grasp more in such a short time.
“Fascinating! Your techniques are composed of such unique patterns, completely different from our Dao Runes. I’d love to learn from you,” the young man with the Radiant Immortal Gold Sword said, stepping forward eagerly.
“Your runes are special too—they seem like the primal symbols of heaven and earth, obtainable only through extraordinary means?” Shi Hao asked.
“Indeed, they require Immortal Seed inheritance. Isn’t your method the same?”
The young man then sparred with Shi Hao using his Radiant Immortal Gold Sword. Their duel was peaceful, a mere exchange of techniques.
“You… have cultivated three strands of Immortal Qi?!” the Phoenix Maiden exclaimed.
Three strands of Immortal Qi—this shocked the crowd. Among their peers, few had achieved such a feat.
Yet, though Shi Hao had three strands, it didn’t cause an uproar, as others here had done the same.
For the first time, Shi Hao felt the extraordinary nature of this group—they were overwhelmingly powerful.
Moreover, he sensed that the Phoenix Maiden was exceptional—she, too, seemed to have three strands.
As they sparred, Shi Hao glimpsed the essence of the Heavenly Phoenix Treasure Art within her ancient Dao Runes, stirring his heart.
Soon, he confirmed it—she indeed had three strands.
“You also have three strands?” Shi Hao asked.
“I once found a nascent universe, refined it, and fused it into my body as my Immortal Seed. Cultivating three strands was natural. You, however, surprise me—I can’t see through you,” she said, studying him.
Shi Hao’s heart quaked. He recalled tales from the Immortal Ancient ruins—the Little Immortal King mentioned by the White Turtle Bearing Immortal in the Medicine Garden.
During his seclusion there, Shi Hao had witnessed the Little Immortal King’s cultivation journey.
With two strands of Immortal Qi, the third could be achieved through tribulation.
Back then, the Little Immortal King had taken the same arduous path as Shi Hao, only to fail in despair.
Yet, the Little Immortal King had spoken of others—those who used the World Tree as their Immortal Seed or fused with nascent universes, all achieving three strands.
Now, Shi Hao had met a living example—the Phoenix Maiden, who had refined a nascent universe.
“Was she the one the Little Immortal King spoke of, or another who walked the same path?” Shi Hao wondered.
The atmosphere remained harmonious as Shi Hao sparred and conversed with them. Though their systems differed, preventing deep understanding, the exchange was enlightening.
It was a joyous time—so many elites gathered peacefully, without conflict, only discussion.
Shi Hao found them kindred spirits, their company delightful.
“Hmm, why haven’t the elders begun their lecture?” someone asked.
“Haha, seeing you all so engaged, we gave you more time to discuss. Continue your exchanges freely,” an elder laughed from afar.
Another elder assured them they could debate the Dao at leisure—the great figures were also immersed in discussing profound mysteries and needed time.
Thus, Shi Hao stayed in the Violet Bamboo Forest for over half a month, forming friendships with many.
“Why haven’t the elders arrived yet?” someone inquired.
“They’re discussing the grand questions of time and reincarnation. Lord Wuzhong feels he has glimpsed a fragment of the future through the river of time—his path is incomplete. ‘End’ is not his perfected Dao; he still needs ‘Beginning.’ Meanwhile, the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King is deducing the feasibility of mortal reincarnation.”
These revelations were staggering.
“‘End’ is not perfection—he needs ‘Beginning.’ Will Lord Wuzhong change his name, then? Haha…” The lighthearted atmosphere even allowed juniors to jest about the great figures.
Months passed, and Shi Hao reaped immense rewards.
He grew close to many—the Phoenix Maiden, the young man with the Immortal Gold Sword, the girl with the qilin. The thought of parting saddened him.
“Ah, Brother Daoist, if we part now, separated by endless time, will you still remember us?” the young man with the Immortal Gold Sword asked wistfully.
“Indeed, perhaps this is our last meeting. Never seeing each other again is truly sorrowful,” the Phoenix Maiden murmured, her three strands of Immortal Qi swirling.
“Wuwu… This is so heartbreaking. We have to leave,” the girl with the white qilin whimpered.
Shi Hao shuddered. What was happening?
“Do you… know I don’t belong here? Or is it you who don’t belong?” he blurted, unable to hide his confusion.
These people—each a supreme genius—seemed distant, as if they might vanish at any moment.
“You all—” he cried out.
“So sad,” the Phoenix Maiden, the young man, and the girl sighed. Others stepped forward, patting Shi Hao’s shoulder.
“What’s going on? Can someone tell me?” Shi Hao demanded.
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