I'm dead.
What a way to go.??
I was supposed to be a genius back in the Earthen Plane, my strength and intellect were unrivalled garnering respect from all around .
I reached the prestigious rank of Master at my Heaven Sect at the young age of twenty where most people at that rank were well past their eighties. The praises and attention stoked my ego so much that I got too overconfident, thinking I could easily step foot into the higher Spiritual Plane without any consequences.
I ascended too soon, too rashly and paid the price for it. I was able to step foot into the higher realm at the cost of crippling all my ridians and utterly destroying my Cultivation Point, lowering my strength to nothing more than a non-Practitioner mortal.
It would have been fine if I could return to the Earthen plane where I was still known and respected, but in this Spiritual plane where no one knew nor cared to know , I was trampled on like the miserable insect I had beco.
Without strength to fight back against these bullying scoundrels, I could only seek refuge in the Spiritual Royal Family Sect by offering my services. But even there, I still faced constant ridicule and thrashing just because I could not fight back.
Lady Luck smiled on still as even without my profound strength, my intellect was still respectable enough to obtain a position as an archivist in the Royal Archives where many secrets of the Practitioner World was kept. In there, I managed to secretly morise multitudes of cultivation techniques, combat manuals, alongside hoarding a plethora of alchemical recipes and various other knowledge.
It was there that I learned of a possible pill that could restore my ridians and repair my Cultivation Point.
Unfortunately, more knowledge does not equate to more wisdom as I had been too focused on reversing my crippled state to care about anything else.
One of the pill's ingredients was only found in the Cloud Plane which should have been impossible for a non-Practitioner or a Practitioner with crippled ridians like myself could ascend to. But I had been determined to restore myself at any price and had resorted to using forbidden techniques to force my way through to the next plane.
What I hadn't known then was the Dark quarks I forcefully imbued myself with disintegrated my Quark Veins which rendered the pill entirely ineffective. Even worse was the fact that since my Cultivation Point was destroyed, the Dark quarks I had imbued myself with completely dissipated, landing back at square one.
I was thus left completely defenceless in this extrely hazardous plane where the weakest being could kill just by sneezing in my general direction.
That was actually how I died.
Ok not really, but close.
A Primordial Divine Dragon had sohow taken an interest in , landed in front of and did sothing that might have been a sneeze. The Elental Quarks it exuded from that action instantly overwheld my mortal self and I spontaneously combusted on the spot.
I still deserve so credit for surviving there for about two years, though those two years were sothing that I never ever want to experience again.
Being the plaything and test subject of that maniacal Practitioner was not sothing I would wish anyone to be subjected to, not even my worst enemy.
Still, death by dragon sneeze should be an achievent sowhere.
Ah~~ I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it's still all for naught. I regret not taking my ti to enjoy life while I could, instead of struggling so hard like I had in this life. If I could go back and redo everything, I would really like to just take it easy and do things at my own pace.
Now that I think about it, how am I still cognizant about my state of being? Unless being stuck forever in a state of unconscious consciousness is what lies after death? That would have been a very interesting subject to study, if only I still had the Elental Quarks to do so.
I wonder... If I had imbued Astral, Spirit and Space quarks into a body following the Immortal Projection Cultivation Technique, maybe I could replicate this state for myself or the soul in question?
Oh, this might even confirm the theory that souls are indeed a thing instead of just fragnted mories of the dead. I guess the spirits of the old geezers I t might actually be more than just the howlings of the departed after all.
But that also brings along the question of why those souls didn't seem as cognizant of their state as I currently am? Is it because of age or so other fac--
*KONG* *KONG*
"The biennial student selection of Heaven Sect will begin soon! Will all Elders and Masters involved please proceed to the Grand Hall!"
*KONG* *KONG*
"The biennial student selection of Heaven Sect will begin soon! Will all Elders and Masters involved please proceed to the Grand Hall!"
*KONG* *KONG*
I opened my eyes with a start.
The first thing I saw was an eerily familiar ceiling that I hadn't seen in the past decade and a half.
It took a few seconds to recognise it as my room back when I was a Master at Heaven Sect.
I blinked a few tis while ignoring whoever was still shouting and banging the gong outside.
Slowly, I sat up on my bed, trying to get a grasp on what was going on.
Looking around the room, I confird where I thought I was. It was indeed the room I had resided in for the seven years I was a Master at Heaven Sect.
Judging by the content of the shouting outside and the lack of scrolls and various other artifacts I had managed to gather over the years, this should be my second year as a Master in Heaven Sect, making twenty-two.
Looking down at my hands, I confird the youthfulness and unmarked skin of my hands. The hands I had been so used to seeing was full of scars and scabs, all received from the trampling, tortures, and struggles I had to endure after I ascended from the Earthen plane.
I imdiately tried circulating my Elental Quarks, a tear finding its way to the corner of my eye when I realised my Cultivation Point and ridians were completely fine.
Shaking my head to recover, I imdiately started analyzing my situation.
My mories of what had occurred were too vivid to dismiss as a dream or imagination. The cultivation arts, recipes and knowledge I had gained from it were also a testant to the fact that everything I experienced was real.
So this can be ruled to either transmigration or ti travel.
I had no artifacts on that could cause this phenonon, nor had I the Elental Quarks to cause this phenonon myself.
That ans soone else caused this recently before my supposed death by sneeze.
It can't be that person right?
That maniacal Practitioner had always continuously thrashed with a giant stick called 'truck-kun', constantly claiming that it would allow to awaken in another world or sothing. Every ti I was beaten unconscious, my consciousness actually did travel to another realm full of towering buildings and tal carriages. I would spend so ti wandering there before a long tal carriage would ram into , sending back into my body.
Then there was that ti I was used as a test subject by that sa dented monster for so new cultivation technique involving Astral and Light quarks. I rember seeing stars and so weird blue colored rectangular box floating in front of . There was a sign on top of it but I only managed to catch a glimpse of the word 'Police' before I was dragged back to reality.
Oh, there was also that incident where I was used by that damn crazy psycho as a shield to block a curse by another Practitioner, which resulted in being teleported to another realm of existence. I had a weird vision of seeing six different colored stones revolving around that seed to give off infinite power before I blacked out, waking up back in my realm again.
No, definitely not possible. No way that crazy lunatic could have a hand in sothing like this.
Must be the Dragon.
Yep, that settles it, the Dragon must have caused this.
How? I have no idea, I was definitely not in the state to analyze the Elental Quarks involved in that sneeze while I was literally being burned into nothingness. But I surmise it must be that dragon sneeze that caused this phenonon.
How am I so calm about this? Well, if you had to struggle like I did to survive in those hellish places for more than a decade, you gain the uncanny ability to adapt to and take advantage of any situation as fast as possible.
Throwing my worries out the window, I stood up from the bed with clenched fists. Since I was offered a second chance, there's no way I'm not going to make use of it! I'm going to live an easy and relaxing life at my own pace!
No more rushing to be the strongest! The higher Planes are crap anyway! Earthen Plane is the best to relax! Everyone is trying to backstab and kill each other in the higher Planes to get stronger, totally unlike the Earthen Plane where Practitioners are more laid back and more concerned about what to eat for dinner rather than how to exploit their fellows, at least in my eyes.
Screw those puffed-up self-important Sect Masters and whatever godly Primordial beings that exist in this universe, I'm going to live the life I want after being your plaything for all those years! Just you watch! I'll wake up late every day, train when I feel like it, travel the world at a relaxed pace without a care in the--
A gentle knock on my door brought out of my musings.
"Master Lin? Are you ready to go yet?" A voice asked from beyond my door.
Eh? That voice… "Elder Qing? Yeah, I'll be ready in a bit."
"Heh, this is your first ti participating as a Master right? It's still early so you can still take your ti, I'll wait for you at the courtyard."
"Oh, ok then. Sure er… Just going to change my clothes and I'll be out in a bit."
"Alright then," Footsteps echoed away from my door.
No doubt about whether this is real, I rember Elder Qing also ca to call during the student selection back then. I had refused to participate in the selection that ti though, thinking it was a waste of ti.
He was my teacher when I first joined the Sect before I showed my genius talents as a Practitioner. The Sect realised I could progress more on my own than under a tutor and gave freedom to learn as I willed though Elder Qing remained as my ntor throughout my ti in the Sect.
There was no jealousy when I advanced to the rank of Master above him. In fact, he had admitted he felt pride in having a hand in guiding , no matter how insignificant his role might have been.
I had almost forgotten these kinds of people existed.
On the Spiritual Plane and Cloud Plane, everyone only cared for themselves.
So commoner insulted your family and has better talent than you? Hire assassins to kill them before they can get stronger than you.
So talentless cripple is marrying the prettiest girl in your city? Poison them on the night before their wedding to stop that.
Soone about to obtain the strongest treasure in the known universe? Betray them just before they get their hands on it so you can have it for yourself.
Don't even get started on the Planes beyond that. I was lucky enough not to reach there but I have heard that it was just as bad if not worse than these two Planes.
Yeah, not going to miss any of that drama. I want an easy life now after all.
No wait, I just rembered hearing that not long after I left the Earthen Plane, so kind of disaster happened that rendered more than ninety percent of it uninhabitable.
Apparently a Practitioner had sohow summoned Divine Lightning storms that burned most of the world to ash. How soone on the Earthen Plane obtained that power I had no idea. Not even I could achieve that back when I was a Master.
Well shit... Guess I have to make so contingency plans after all, but nothing will stop from trying to live the easy life still! I have an estimated five years before that happened anyway!
I stretched before proceeding to wash myself with a bucket of water I summoned with my Water quark and heated with my Fire quark.
I had to spend so ti to refamiliarise myself with circulating my Elental Quarks after missing them for so long. You never know how to appreciate what you have until you lose them.
And to think I had to manually draw water from wells and heat it up with firewood after I crippled myself back then. Then again, having to learn how to do all the things I always depended my Elental Quarks on was still an interesting experience, disregarding the dire situation I was in.
Refreshed with a new change of clothes, I am now prepared to begin my plans of living an easy life!
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