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Chapter 549: The Secret of Reincarnation and the Divine Path
(Thanks to 'Yu Xian Qitian' for the MVP donation)
In a whirlwind of dizziness, Li Xiao felt an endless darkness envelop his consciousness, dragging him down through an infinite abyss as if he were falling into a bottomless void.
Then, when he finally awoke from the blackness, he found himself standing on a vast, endless expanse of white earth—so vast it seemed to merge with the sky above.
White sand and stone stretched as far as the eye could see, blending seamlessly with the horizon.
Just as he stood there, lost in confusion, a chorus of cheers erupted beside him.
A group of Demon Sect followers shouted excitedly:
"Mingfu! This is Mingfu! The legendary Mingfu of the 18th Layer of Kunxu Underground, as foretold!"
"The Master was right—reincarnation is real!"
"We can be reborn! We can be reborn!"
Hearing their ecstatic cries, Li Xiao slowly began to piece it together.
"I'm dead."
He remembered the final moments in Wanfa University City—the battle against the Demon Sect’s Jin Dan Immortals, the bloodshed, the crushing defeat at the hands of Shi Huaixu.
But the rage, the sorrow—those emotions vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden surge of exhilaration and anticipation.
"Life is no joy, death is no sorrow. After a lifetime of cultivation, why not shed this broken body and be reborn anew?"
He recited the slogan of the Yuhua Cult aloud, then joined the others in a wild, unrestrained laugh.
"Death isn't the end."
"No wonder they never let us die freely."
"Of course—they feared we’d refuse to live as slaves, feared we’d flee into reincarnation."
At that moment, Li Xiao’s eyes gleamed with boundless hope. He could already envision his next life—on the 5th Layer of Kunxu, even the 10th Layer, perhaps even in Xiantai.
If one life failed, there would always be another. And another after that.
"One day, I’ll be born into a better family. With superior talent. On the Xian Dao path, I’ll rise higher than any before me."
He thought of Zhang Yu—whose talent far surpassed his own. Of Ji Yuanchi, Gong Shuijin, Ying Xin—those born with greater fortune. And in his eyes burned an unquenchable hunger for the future.
At that moment, lines of text began to flicker before him.
> "Lunhui Xian Di, moved by the suffering of all beings, whose lives hold no hope, has made a great vow—to recreate Mingfu, so that all beings may have a single chance at immortality."
> "According to contract, you may now begin your 15th reincarnation."
Li Xiao paused, stunned by the words.
Then, more data flooded into view—his assets, calculated after deductions for debts, taxes, and reincarnation fees.
> -2.566 Lingbi
Beyond Lingbi, other currencies—some familiar, others unknown—appeared. Alongside them: divine techniques, immortal artifacts, Dao lines, Gongde… all items that sounded astronomically valuable.
Yet every single one showed a value of zero.
Not a single piece of equipment, not a single secret technique, not even a trace of the 1st Layer currency was included in the calculation.
Li Xiao’s stomach dropped. A sinking feeling gripped him.
Then, a new prompt appeared.
> "Do you have additional post-death assets to register?
> Include unrecorded wealth, hidden treasures, techniques and knowledge not logged in your Daozang.
> Anything you deem valuable can be submitted for registration."
>
> "Warning: The reincarnation process involves numerous expenses. To ensure a favorable rebirth, please carefully register your assets before proceeding."
Li Xiao’s heart sank further.
He tried to register his knowledge—his memories, his secrets, the intelligence he’d gathered about Zhang Yu, about the Demon Sect.
But nothing registered. No value. No response.
Was it because they deemed his secrets worthless?
Or was it because even the higher powers were bound by rules—unable to allow the dead to influence the living?
He never got the chance to test his theory. After repeated failures, the system automatically skipped the asset registration phase and moved to the official reincarnation procedure.
Before him, a flood of options appeared.
Which layer of Kunxu would he be reborn into—Layer 1 or Layer 36?
He wanted to choose a higher layer—but discovered that every layer above 1 required payment. With his disposable assets already in negative, he had no choice but to select Layer 1.
Next: Where in Layer 1? Which city? City center or outskirts?
Gender? Male or female?
Appearance? Handsome or ugly?
Dao cultivation potential? Physical talent?
Alchemy talent? Martial talent? Photographic memory? Unusual intelligence?
Or was he born with a Divine Spirit Root, Immortal Spirit Root, even a Heavenly Body—perhaps even a predestined Xiantai?
Each choice would grant him a legitimate, lawful advantage in his next life—but every adjustment came at a steep price.
Then came the family background: Ordinary mortal family? Child of a Company employee? Parents’ profession? Their cultivation level? Their assets?
Even his personality could be subtly adjusted.
For instance, his current personality—burning desire for the Dao—could be removed, or another trait added or modified… all for a fee.
Below that, there was something he didn’t understand: Gongde.
Since his disposable assets were negative, his Gongde was displayed as -326.
Li Xiao had no idea what it meant for his Gongde to be negative—but he knew it could only be bad.
Staring at the endless list of options and their staggering costs, Li Xiao’s hope drained away.
He could already picture himself, generation after generation, trapped in poverty, forever at the bottom of Kunxu Layer 1, endlessly repeating the same life.
His mind wandered.
If this keeps going, won’t people just get poorer and poorer?
How do those at the top even exist?
And what about the ever-growing number of Demon Race students at Tianyao University?
Are they all reincarnated from higher layers?
Or is natural reproduction possible? Not everyone is a reincarnated soul?
Maybe there’s another mechanism at play—something beyond this cycle—something that adjusts the population.
Perhaps this reincarnation process is only one small piece of a vast, complex system.
Maybe each layer, each identity, has its own unique rebirth procedure…
But then he shook his head.
What does it matter now?
The real question was clear: How would he reincarnate?
Suddenly, a voice roared from nearby:
"Even rebirth is controlled?!"
Another voice, crying and laughing at once, replied:
"Across heaven and earth, cause and effect, reincarnation—there’s nothing the Immortals can’t control! Nothing they can’t manipulate!"
"They’re playing us. The Immortals are playing us. Even the Yuhua Cult lied to us—making us work for them, pay them, over and over, every time we’re reborn!"
"Damn it… I’m done. I won’t reincarnate. I won’t be a slave anymore…"
He laughed hysterically, then collapsed to the ground.
But before he could act, the system automatically initiated the process. His body dissolved into a streak of rainbow light, shooting upward into the sky—into his next life.
Others tried to end it—tried to commit suicide, to vanish completely.
But they found themselves only as faint spirits, unable to die in this pure white Mingfu. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t even end their own existence. In despair, they too turned into light and vanished.
Li Xiao watched in silence.
He turned back to the reincarnation menu—his heart now as cold and still as a frozen lake.
Next life… I’ll be even poorer. I won’t even be a Dao cultivator in the First Layer.
And the one after that? Even worse. Each life, poorer than the last.
The thought of being born into poverty, again and again—forever trapped in endless suffering—filled him with a terror unlike any before.
He saw no hope. Only darkness. Only endless suffering.
In that moment, he wanted only one thing: to die.
Truly. Completely. To rest.
With a scream of anguish, fury, and despair, Li Xiao surged upward as a streak of light—launching into his new life.
…
Kunxu Layer 2
Wanfa University City
Ye Xingli’s Laboratory
Listening to Zhang Yu’s question, Fujie fell into deep thought.
"So… Zhang Yu really asked, huh?"
Though after temporarily resolving Feng Yuhao’s crisis, Zhang Yu had thrown himself back into refining the Prototype Machine, completing the final steps with full focus.
Fujie knew, however, that the conversation between Anling Realm and the Evil God had left a lasting impression on Zhang Yu.
And this time, Fujie had no intention of hiding anything.
Perhaps because Zhang Yu had changed.
Perhaps because Fujie now saw him as more mature.
So this time, he spoke plainly.
"Divine Path—it’s essentially a cultivation route."
"The most basic form is the path of progressing step by step toward becoming a Zheng Shen, an official of the Heavenly Court."
"Higher-level paths involve becoming a vessel for Zheng Shen wills—those transmitted from the Ling Realm—allowing them to influence the material world."
"Then there’s the more extreme path—one that Zhang Pianpian is likely walking right now."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu grew serious, listening intently.
"To become a god’s reincarnation—gradually absorbing their power, their resources, their memories."
"Ordinary Zheng Shen can’t achieve this. Only high-ranking Zheng Shen from the Heavenly Court can undergo such a rebirth."
"And a single Zheng Shen may have many incarnations. Through endless competition, constant devouring of one another, only one final survivor remains—becoming the new god."
Fujie sighed.
"Zhang Pianpian… is almost certainly on that path."
"The stronger she becomes, the more Zheng Shen memories she absorbs. Until she defeats all rivals and becomes the true Zheng Shen—merging that vast, oceanic memory into her own body."
"Of course, she might also be defeated—become food for another reincarnation."
"And even if she succeeds… the memories of a Zheng Shen are overwhelming. Infinite in scope. Compared to her own small memories, they are like the sea to a drop of water."
(End of Chapter)
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