Chapter 2, Rebirth (Part 2)
This year is not going to work again, sigh
But do I really have to walk the old path again? Do I still have to be framed by Yang Xi, hunted by the Tai Tianmen, and humiliated by the restrictions of the Xuan Tianmen? Just as this thought flashed through my mind, a highly tempting idea suddenly emerged. Before the old demon Yi exploded, he had spoken a lot with the equally weak Yang Chen, including the demonic techniques for enhancing one's spiritual roots that Yi had practiced before.
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Fortunately, Yang Chen has been reborn, and he has returned to the moment before he began his cultivation. This means that Yang Chen has countless opportunities. As he walks home with the others, Yang Chen is secretly pondering in his heart.
What bad luck
In the celestial realm, the old demon Yi has rampaged for several hundred years, and tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals have been unable to contend with him. Ultimately, it was only through the betrayal of a traitor that he was ensnared by a net laid by one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals. Even so, the old demon Yi continued to wreak havoc, causing rivers of blood to flow. In the end, in a state of severe injury and unable to recover, he employed the Heavenly Demon Self-Destruction Technique, perishing together with the one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals.
Even if Yang Chen lived a pitiful life in his previous existence, and remains pitiful in the celestial realm, he was once a Great Luo Golden Immortal. How could he possibly regard the sects of the mortal world, except for his own sect, the Pure Yang Palace? With the cultivation experience from his previous life, is it not possible for him to step into the realm of immortality? At the very least, by following the old path he once took, he could once again become a Great Luo Golden Immortal. With the cultivation experience from his previous life, is it not possible for him to step into the realm of immortality? At the very least, by following the old path he once took, he could once again become a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Yang Chen once again heard the names Yang Xi and Yang Lan, and memories long sealed in his mind seemed to surge forth from the depths of his recollection, unstoppable. Especially Yang Xi, who almost made Yang Chen hate him to the core. If it weren't for him, the master would not have been implicated; if it weren't for him, Yang Chen would not have had to live a humiliating life of hiding his identity, evading danger, and relying on others. It can be said that at least fifty percent of Yang Chen's misfortunes in his previous life were due to Yang Xi.
The reason why the Evil Old Demon can roam freely in the Immortal Realm is that one of his five elemental roots, the Fire Root, is a complete root. Coincidentally, Yang Chen has learned the method to enhance his spiritual root, and he also possesses a Fire Root. Moreover, Yang Chen has not yet begun his cultivation with *Tu* *Shu*. Is this not a tremendous opportunity
The assailants were quite skilled in targeting ordinary people; at least Yang Chen could only maintain a seated position and was unable to stand for a long time, as if his body were bound by some unseen force. It was not until the first batch of dozens of individuals who had been eliminated emerged from the archway-like mountain gate that Yang Chen felt his body relax and he was finally able to stand up
No! The beauty of this moment must not be shattered by anyone. In Yang Chen's gaze, an unprecedented determination was revealed: "Even if I have to bear the deepest of slaughters, even if I become an unparalleled demon, I will protect you, ensuring your joy and peace from now on"
The enduring patience of countless lifetimes has endowed Yang Chen with an incredibly resilient character. At this moment, after making a decision, Yang Chen instantly calmed down. Looking at the towering gate of the Tai Tian Men, he let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.
"Have you forgotten? Yang Chen!" A stern voice reprimanded in his mind: "Do you not remember how your master was bullied and died with resentment? Have you forgotten how you were framed by Yang Xi and could never rise above it? Have you forgotten that after your ascension, you were still insulted like a slave by that lofty figure from the Xuantian Sect? Have you forgotten all of this? You have been cowardly for an entire lifetime; will you continue to be cowardly in this life?"
Not bad, at least we still have a chance to try. Chenzi is having a bad day today, having been kicked out without even a chance! A young man seemed quite enthusiastic, helping Yang Chen brush off the dust from his clothes while saying this
As soon as this thought arose, Yang Chen's heart began to thump loudly. Even when he ascended to the Spirit Realm and then to the Immortal Realm, he had never felt such excitement and loss of composure. However, alongside this excitement, there was also a sense of being caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or retreat.
"Forget it, this celestial affinity and spiritual root are predestined. If it doesn't work this year, it may not work next year either," someone sighed on the way down the mountain
However, this requires killing people to absorb their life essence in order to replenish one's spiritual roots through demonic cultivation. As a Da Luo Golden Immortal who has been reborn, does one really need to practice demonic arts? The old demon Yi had killed not just a few thousand people; does that mean I also have to kill tens of thousands to cultivate? Based on my experience of a million years in cultivation, I should not be too poor in my practice. On one hand, there is the thought of killing to enhance my spiritual roots, and on the other, there is the path of normal cultivation. These two thoughts swirl in Yang Chen's mind, making it difficult to reach a decision.
Master, wait for me, wait for me to once again enter your door, the tragedies of the past life will never happen again Yang Chen shouted in his heart, as if making a vow: In the past life, you bore everything for me, in this life, let me help you hold up the sky
A series of sighs and groans emerged from the crowd, and several young villagers, upon seeing Yang Chen struggling, rushed over to help him up
Because he was driven out with a scream at the mountain gate, Yang Chen felt somewhat fortunate. If he had truly faced the people of Tai Tian Men, he did not know if he could have restrained his anger. At present, he had no magical power; even against the lowest-ranking disciples, he would not stand a chance.
As for not being selected, Yang Chen was even less concerned. With the memories in his mind and thousands of years of cultivation experience, joining any sect held no significance for Yang Chen anymore
"It is said that the spiritual roots will only manifest after a certain period of time when the body has matured and the foundational qualities remain unchanged. Perhaps if I take great care of myself this year, I might attain the spiritual roots and celestial fate next year!" The speaker is naturally someone who is filled with hope for their own body
"Alright, let's go back!" Essentially, everyone has lost their chance today. With someone taking the lead, naturally, everyone followed: "We still have a month's journey ahead, let's go! Perhaps there will be another opportunity next year!"
No!" Yang Chen let out a low roar, as the painful memories he thought he had forgotten surged back to his mind in an instant. The sorrowful gaze of his master at the moment of death, the triumphant expression of Yang Xi after betraying him, the disdainful look from that prominent figure in the celestial realm, as if he were even inferior to a dog, all appeared before him in a frenzy. Finally, the memory lingered on the moment when his master handed him the Mingguang Sword.
This year, Yang Xi and Yang Lan are quite fortunate; Old Master Yang is bound to gain even more influence. His legitimate grandson and granddaughter both possess spiritual roots for cultivation, making them quite prominent in the village. Where there are those who are disheartened, there are naturally those who are elated. As the crowd discusses, their tone is filled with envy.