Reincarnation knows no bounds of time—spanning eons in one cycle, or flashing by in an instant of rebirth!
Legends speak of supreme beings reincarnating to begin anew, a grand cycle of existence. Yet, who in this world can truly confirm it? Since ancient times, it has remained an unsolved mystery.
Reincarnation is an experience—breaking free from the original path of life and embarking upon another. That, in itself, is a cycle.
A moment of enlightenment, experiencing the sorrows and joys of life’s great rises and falls, is akin to traversing the long river of time. A profound awakening, a sudden transformation—this, too, is another form of reincarnation.
Shi Hao bore ten reincarnation marks upon him—ten indelible memories, experiences that could never be erased. Between life and death, from existence to oblivion, and back again.
In the past, Shi Hao consumed the Yellow Spring Fruit, teetering on the brink of death multiple times, gaining several more reincarnation marks. Later, during his battle with He Wushuang for the Undying Scripture, he nearly perished together with his foe, adding yet another mark.
These reincarnation marks held profound and ineffable uses. Since antiquity, even Immortal Kings could not fully comprehend their mysteries.
When Shi Hao underwent his tribulation, the Heaven-Severing Guillotine descended to claim his life. At that moment, the Dao Fruit within the Blossom of the Great Dao suffered in his stead, while one of his reincarnation marks shone brightly, preserving the Dao Fruit.
It was then that Shi Hao began to regard his reincarnation marks with utmost importance. Every time he faced life’s upheavals, the turning points between life and death, he devoted himself to comprehending their secrets.
He transformed freely, transcending the ages. Once, he traveled back nearly five hundred thousand years to the Era of the Fallen Emperor, living life after life, experiencing decay and exhaustion. Though not every lifetime left behind a reincarnation mark, several did succeed.
Upon returning to the present, he trained with frenzied intensity, using the Void Immortal Gold Stele to battle himself in a life-or-death struggle. Once, he was left utterly drained, as if he had perished in battle.
That day, even the masters of the Forbidden Zones were alarmed. The Crystal Skull and the Golden Bone Palm were frantic, laboring to revive him.
Under such circumstances, it was inevitable—another reincarnation mark quietly appeared upon him.
Upon careful calculation, Shi Hao should have borne more than ten marks. Yet, in the end, some faded away, leaving only ten—neither increasing nor decreasing.
These ten reincarnation marks concealed great secrets!
When he perished in the past, the ten marks silently devoured all the light rain and vanished from his hands, leaving no trace in the world.
Only when he entered the Burial Grounds did they reappear—but now, they had shifted from his hands to his torso, forming divine rings akin to the Vajra Bracelet, binding his body.
Had Ao Sheng, Tai Shi, or Yuan Chu waited a few more days, they might have discovered this and spared him no mercy!
For even the slightest hint, the faintest suspicion, would have driven them to act without hesitation.
When the Burial King saw the ten reincarnation marks, he showed astonishment—yet could sense nothing beyond their profound benefits to the flesh.
One could only imagine how extraordinary these ten marks were. Shi Hao’s soul resided within them, yet even a being as mighty as the Burial King could not penetrate their depths or sense their secrets.
Now, the ten marks dimmed, their glow fading into stillness.
For within them, the ten figures had grown tranquil. Shi Hao had received news of his old companions—they still lived, awaiting his return to battle!
All he could do now was cultivate, refining his own path. He sought to break through, to become a peerless powerhouse. By then, even the ten reincarnation marks would no longer bind him!
He would truly emerge, ready to settle all debts!
Thus, the ten souls fell silent, each immersed in profound enlightenment.
At the same time, wisps of soul energy trickled forth like gentle streams, flowing into his true body, strengthening the ignorant version of himself.
Shi Hao’s soul no longer needed guidance. His flesh would seek out the secrets of this world on its own—even if it meant venturing into the Immortal Domain once more.
He had such confidence, fearing no living being!
Shi Hao’s body—his forehead bone glowing—grew stronger year by year, though slowly. The accumulated power was astonishing.
He temporarily sealed the Three World Coffin, pulled by nine dragons, and continued his journey through the cosmos, traversing desolate ancient lands and stepping upon life-bearing stars.
“Could he be Huang? By the heavens, he resembles the descriptions in the bone texts—his imprint is there!”
As time flowed, some beings recognized his resemblance to an ancient figure.
“The one revered as the Heavenly Emperor in the mortal realm?” Exclamations arose within ancient lineages.
Yet, history had been fractured. After the Great Cleansing, much had been shattered, and many truths were lost to time.
This was no longer an era where beings could casually live for millions of years. Even the mightiest in the present world were considered extraordinary if they survived ten thousand years!
“The founder of the Heavenly Court, Huang—how could he live to this era?”
“Look! He has visited too many ruins. Is he trying to forge a path to the Immortal Domain?!”
Year after year, Shi Hao’s footprints covered every corner of the universe, even extending into collapsed remnants of worlds, mysterious ancient rifts, and abysses.
Occasionally, he encountered formidable beings—but none could withstand his ever-growing strength.
“The world calls me Huang, founder of the Heavenly Court. Then I shall establish it anew, ensuring its eternal flame never extinguishes!”
Shi Hao’s flesh murmured. Though his true soul had not yet returned, this instinct drove him to rebuild the Heavenly Court!
Indeed, the world trembled. All were stunned by his methods. In a single night, he erected formations, raised grand palaces, and unfurled the banners of the Heavenly Court, its divine might permeating the heavens.
“Is it truly him?” Some doubted.
Many joined, primarily rogue cultivators, becoming the first followers of this new lineage.
Shi Hao’s flesh acted thus to recall his past. Unbeknownst to him, ten souls lay dormant within.
Within years, the Heavenly Court took shape. Powerful rogue cultivators became divine generals, stirring something familiar within him—as if he had seen this before.
“I yearn more to become an immortal.” His flesh sensed a deep-seated obsession—a pull toward the Immortal Domain, as if someone or something awaited him there.
In the years that followed, Shi Hao struck at many spatial nodes across the cosmos, attempting to breach the scarred and flawed Immortal Domain.
At key nodes, he left stone tablets—warnings and teachings for future generations.
As time passed, his forehead bone grew brighter. Insights surfaced naturally, and profound techniques flowed effortlessly from him.
He inscribed the tablets with the patterns of the Great Dao—words of the Dao itself.
One day, as he struck another spatial node, the void split, revealing a massive abyss. It did not lead to the Immortal Domain, but to a ruined minor world.
“Hmm?” His heart jolted.
A soft white light spilled forth, revealing a bone pagoda.
Or rather, a remnant—only one layer remained. Yet, it pulsed with law, its patterns weaving into light, forming eight additional layers.
Nine tiers in total, exuding supreme Dao essence!
That day, within the ten marks, Shi Hao’s soul stirred. The ten figures opened their eyes, and the marks blazed with light.
“The little pagoda—another fragment!” Shi Hao within the marks was truly shocked.
The little pagoda had once been whole—nine tiers tall. Yet, it had shattered in some ancient, cataclysmic battle, its pieces scattered.
When Shi Hao first found it in the Hundred Shattered Mountains, it had only four tiers. Later, he seized two more from Upper Realm beings, restoring it to six.
Five hundred thousand years ago, the master of the Immortal Execution Ridge, alongside Ao Sheng, Tai Shi, and Yuan Chu, had attacked Shi Hao, wielding a two-tiered remnant pagoda.
With this single tier now found, all nine were accounted for!
“Little pagoda, Willow Deity—where are you now? No matter how cruel this era is, fear not. I can fight for you now. Wait for me!” Shi Hao murmured within the marks.
In the end, Shi Hao’s true body took the remnant pagoda. From that day forth, he sought supreme immortal gold, forging artifacts within the Heavenly Court.
“Heavens! What has he crafted?”
Decades later, he found the immortal gold. Having traversed every corner of the cosmos, rare treasures were easily within his reach.
The Heavenly Court blazed with immortal light, auspicious rays cascading endlessly. Shi Hao forged a pagoda, integrating the bone remnant within it.
Nine tiers, swirling with chaotic energy and immortal radiance—it immediately exuded immortal Dao essence, summoning a world-shaking tribulation!
Many suspected Huang had crafted an immortal artifact, yet none could be certain. After all, in this era, even humans could not achieve immortality—how could an artifact?
History was fractured. The world knew nothing of the past.
Yet, the pagoda’s completion elevated the Heavenly Court’s prestige. Across the cosmos, mighty cultivators flocked to join.
In a way, the pagoda became the Heavenly Court’s symbol—more effective than years of Shi Hao’s summons.
“Perhaps, once I break free from the reincarnation marks, I should forge a weapon truly my own,” Shi Hao’s true soul mused.
Thereafter, he traversed the cosmos, appearing across the eight desolates and six harmonies, opening more spatial nodes. Some nearly breached the Immortal Domain.
Those who understood his actions were awed.
Shi Hao erected tablets along the paths to immortality, leaving warnings and scriptures to enlighten future seekers.
**Boom!**
One day, an immortal mountain crashed into this world, bringing vast primordial essence—immortal energy and immortal Dao essence—shaking this broken realm.
Shi Hao moved, rushing to the scene. He beheld a mountain of unimaginable scale, dwarfing even stars that orbited it. At its peak lay a bizarre and eerie terrain.
Had it breached the world’s barriers?
This world was already broken—or rather, the entire cosmos had withered. Many places now connected to realms beyond.
The mountain stunned even Shi Hao. At its summit, he witnessed a marvel—or perhaps an omen.
Nine dragon veins pulled an ancient coffin, eerily similar to the Three World Coffin—except this was formed of natural terrain, while the one Shi Hao had seen was pulled by nine skeletal dragons.
Within the reincarnation marks, Shi Hao’s true soul stirred, pondering deeply.
“The Three World Coffin carries immense karma!” He sensed something extraordinary.
“Now that my Dao is complete, what do I care for karma or entanglement? If it opposes me, I shall crush it!” Shi Hao declared within the marks.
**Boom!**
His flesh acted on instinct. With a thunderous strike, he severed the mountain, cleaving the dragon-vein-coffin terrain from its peak.
The universe trembled, for the mountain was protected by formidable formations. Yet, he succeeded.
Shi Hao sensed something—in that instant, figures from the river of time opened their eyes, gazing back toward him.
“Indeed, great karma is at play.”
Next, Shi Hao retrieved the Three World Coffin pulled by nine skeletal dragons, placing it within this mysterious terrain, merging the two.
“If I perish one day, let me be buried here.” Shi Hao sighed. He entered the coffin, carrying this terrain across the cosmos, shocking all clans.
Finally, he brought it back to the Heavenly Court.
**Boom!**
Eighty years later, the cosmos quaked. Shi Hao breached the Immortal Domain. His flesh had “ascended”—he would enter the Immortal Domain to settle all debts!
Behind him, unseen, several beings followed…
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