Clearly, this is a monumental question that has stumped countless individuals since ancient times. Many supreme beings have believed that humans can undergo reincarnation and reappear.
Like a flower that withers in summer but blooms again in spring, its fragrance lingering in the bones.
Yet, concerning human reincarnation, there is no evidence. No one has ever truly grasped its secrets. Perhaps it is merely a beautiful fantasy of forbidden figures, a hope for another life.
Qi Daolin frowned and said, “This question is complex. Others may struggle to answer, but I can tell you with certainty—no one in this world can endlessly reincarnate!”
Shi Hao fell silent, deep in thought. He possessed a treasure art named *Reincarnation*, and through his deductions, he wondered if he could transcend, reaching even greater heights. What would that entail?
“No reincarnation?” he murmured.
“There is reincarnation,” Qi Daolin replied.
“Isn’t that contradictory to what you just said?” Shi Hao asked in surprise.
“No contradiction,” Qi Daolin said, gazing into the distance. “There are no reincarnated people, but there may be reincarnated events.”
Shi Hao said nothing, recalling the visions he had seen within the bronze coffin. “In the Immortal Ancient Era, immortals descended upon the world. Could they not reincarnate and revive after falling in battle?”
“Young man, you think too much. Death is death—everything turns to nothingness. How could anyone transcend? If you insist on believing… then meeting again would only be possible after several epochs.”
“Elder, you contradict yourself!” Shi Hao protested.
“Understanding is understanding; not understanding is not understanding. No amount of words will change that. Just remember—there are no reincarnated people in this world. Everything exists in the present, in this very moment!” the old man sternly admonished.
“Fine,” Shi Hao nodded.
“Any other questions? Focus on the grand scheme, not specific treasure arts,” Qi Daolin asked.
“In the Immortal Ancient Era, the pursuit was the Dao of Immortality and immortal methods. Yet, in this era, it is the Dao of Divinity. Which is stronger?” Shi Hao inquired.
“You little rascal, always posing difficult questions,” Qi Daolin remarked with surprise, then nodded approvingly. He had asked for grand questions to gauge Shi Hao’s vision and ambition. After a moment of contemplation, he said, “All paths lead to the same destination—none is superior. However, great chaos looms ahead. Focus on improving your cultivation.”
“Where will the chaos come from?” Shi Hao pressed.
“From afar. I can already sense its approach!” Qi Daolin’s expression turned grave as he stared toward the horizon. What lay there? Vast, forbidden lands untouched by man?
“What exactly is it?” Shi Hao pressed further.
“*Immortality*,” Qi Daolin uttered just two words, his face solemn, all traces of levity gone.
As he spoke, a celestial star chart manifested above his head, mysterious and unfathomable, as if he bore the cosmos upon his crown and tread upon the underworld.
—
Meanwhile, in another sacred land…
Within the grand halls of the Celestial Immortal Academy, a group of individuals stood dumbfounded. A supreme expert roared in fury, “It must be him—that infamous scoundrel!”
Another chimed in, “We’re finished! A peerless genius has been snatched away. Who knows what he’ll become under that man’s tutelage!”
“We must find him and bring him back, or a prodigy will be ruined!” someone exclaimed, leaping to their feet.
Only the old academy head remained seated, sighing softly, “Alas…”
“How would we even know where he went? He hasn’t been seen for millennia. Who knows where he’s taken that boy?” another lamented.
“Do you think he might have returned to that shabby little sect of his?” an elder with golden eyes mused.
“Let’s go and see. Better than sitting idle,” another suggested.
“Agreed!”
Thus, three towering auras erupted from the Celestial Immortal Academy, staining the sky crimson as the figures vanished into a shimmering spatial gate.
With a single step, they could traverse the heavens—for they were the academy’s founders, supreme beings of unparalleled might.
—
Back in the grand palace, Qi Daolin had finished enlightening Shi Hao on many grand matters when he suddenly narrowed his eyes. “Come, I shall take you to seek training grounds. It’s time you begin preparing to learn my supreme arts.”
In a flash, they vanished from sight.
Almost simultaneously, the distant sky split open as three figures emerged, frowning as they surveyed the land below.
“He was here just moments ago, but now he’s gone,” the academy’s guardian murmured.
The once-majestic gate now lay in ruins, a far cry from its former glory that once rivaled the heavens. The grand palace atop the mountain had also crumbled into desolation, its broken walls buried beneath wild grass.
Had Shi Hao been present, he would have been stunned.
“That notorious rogue’s power has grown again. We may no longer be his match,” one admitted.
At the same time, space twisted as the old academy head appeared. After a brief glance, he sighed. “Let it be. Truth be told, we owe him from the past. Though his later actions were outrageous, they were not without reason. Besides, who among us can restrain him now?”
A heavy silence fell. The others opened their mouths but found no rebuttal.
“Are we to simply let him steal away our once-in-an-era genius?” someone protested.
“One Feng Wu is enough. And didn’t Qi Daolin once climb the Celestial Staircase as well? Yet he remained,” the old academy head countered.
“Only because he sought to steal knowledge! He is… a forsaken disciple of the Supreme!” another retorted.
“Enough. Let it rest,” the old academy head concluded.
A gentle breeze swept through, and the figures vanished into silence.
—
Two days later, amidst a vast desert…
Shi Hao and Qi Daolin sat cross-legged upon the sands, facing each other.
“I possess nine supreme divine arts, five nirvana methods, and the teachings of countless sects. What do you wish to learn?” Qi Daolin asked.
“When can we visit the Immortal Pond to see the Tribulation Transcendence Lotus?” Shi Hao whispered, feeling as though he’d been swindled.
“Useless! Until you master a divine art, put such thoughts aside. Do not drown in worldly desires,” Qi Daolin scolded.
Shi Hao: “…”
“I choose the Path of Invincibility. Didn’t you promise to teach me?” he finally gritted out.
“Good choice. But know this—once you embark on this path, you must forsake all other treasure arts. Distraction is not an option, for this is the most arduous of all!” Qi Daolin declared solemnly.
Shi Hao’s curiosity was piqued. What kind of technique could warrant such reverence?
“It is called the *Eight-Nine Heavenly Art*!” Qi Daolin proclaimed.
“What kind of lousy name is that? It sounds unimpressive,” Shi Hao scoffed, muttering, “I can even do the Seventy-Two Transformations.”
“Foolish disciple! What do you know? This is no mere technique—do you comprehend the significance of what I speak?” Qi Daolin bristled.
“What significance?” Shi Hao asked.
“It is neither a treasure art nor a divine ability,” Qi Daolin stated.
“If it’s just bone inscriptions, I already have my own. No need to learn!” Shi Hao boasted, proud of his mastery of the *Primordial True Interpretation*.
“Fool! What I speak of transcends divine abilities and surpasses treasure arts!” Qi Daolin glared.
Shi Hao was taken aback. Was the old man serious? This sounded like an outrageous boast.
“To be precise, it is a method to *command* treasure arts—a path of invincibility. Your current level of understanding excuses your ignorance,” Qi Daolin said dismissively.
Shi Hao’s heart trembled as he recalled a legendary method said to shake the ages!
Indeed, Qi Daolin continued, “Have you heard of the *Six Paths of Reincarnation*? It is a means to wield treasure arts, unleashing six simultaneously to sweep all before you, unrivaled under heaven!”
“I… have heard of it,” Shi Hao admitted.
The *Six Paths of Reincarnation* was a terrifying concept he had learned of even in the lower realm, one he deeply yearned for.
Rumors spoke of those who sought to gather the Ten Calamities’ treasure arts, requiring a supreme method to command them all at once—thus giving rise to the *Six Paths of Reincarnation*.
Yet, since antiquity, none had ever gathered all ten. At most, four or five were obtained, and the *Six Paths* remained a theoretical construct.
Primordial treasure arts were unique to their wielders, unsuitable for inheritance. Once lost, their power waned. Over time, only the Ten Calamities’ arts proved universally potent, retaining their might even when learned by others.
Of course, any divine ability wielded by someone other than its creator would inevitably diminish in power—some more than others.
“The *Six Paths of Reincarnation* is already one of the supreme methods to command treasure arts and divine abilities. As for the *Eight-Nine Heavenly Art*—ponder its name, and you may glean its essence,” Qi Daolin said profoundly.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed with desire. “Who created it?”
“I studied all the treasure arts under heaven, refined countless supreme methods, and after meditating for a hundred thousand years, I finally forged this art!” Qi Daolin declared proudly.
Yet, upon hearing this, Shi Hao’s face fell. His suspicions grew—had this old swindler truly duped him? Lured away from the Celestial Immortal Academy, only to be fed more tall tales?
“Brat, what’s with that look? I offer you the Path of Invincibility, and this is how you react? Do you not wish to learn?” Qi Daolin huffed indignantly.
“I’ll learn!” Shi Hao said, resigned. At the very least, he wanted to see what this *Eight-Nine Heavenly Art* entailed.
What followed was pure torment. Qi Daolin made him carry a mountain, running tens of thousands of miles daily—a hellish ordeal.
Though Shi Hao possessed immense natural strength, carrying a mountain was no issue. But Qi Daolin demanded he *run* with it, making it nearly impossible. A single misstep, and he’d sink into the earth, leaving only the mountain behind.
“This is merely the simplest form of tempering—unifying your body, techniques, and spirit to meet the preliminary requirements of the *Eight-Nine Heavenly Art*,” Qi Daolin said sternly.
“Once you reach a certain level, you will realize that flesh, bone inscriptions, and spirit are indivisible. Only then will you truly step into the glorious hall of cultivation.”
These words struck a chord within Shi Hao, so he endured the grueling training without complaint.
“Mark my words—if you fail to dominate your peers after leaving my tutelage, I will personally end you,” Qi Daolin warned.
Shi Hao was speechless. What kind of cult had he joined?
“I will arrange opponents for you. Your first task—in a fair battle, slay the heir of the Immortal Palace. Can you do it?” Qi Daolin asked.
“No problem!” Shi Hao answered without hesitation.
“Good. Continue training. My method will shake the three thousand provinces of the upper realm, unrivaled under heaven. *Immortality*… are you coming? I await you!” Qi Daolin narrowed his eyes, gazing skyward.
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