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Supreme Celestial Lord of the City
墨書 Inktalez
In the vast and ethereal realm of the Celestial World, auspicious clouds floated like cotton candy, while palatial towers stood in harmonious disarray, shrouded in a mystical mist that exuded endless mystery and solemnity. Liang Tian was undoubtedly the most dazzling genius among the Celestials. His cultivation talent was unparalleled, and at a young age, he stood proudly at the pinnacle of power and strength in the Celestial World, earning the admiration and awe of countless immortals.
However, with great stature comes great envy. Liang Tian's remarkable achievements stirred the sensitive nerves of certain ancient forces, and a malicious conspiracy against him quietly took root in the shadows.
During a grand and extraordinary celestial celebration, deities from all corners gathered in unprecedented numbers. As usual, Liang Tian stood tall, exuding an extraordinary aura that drew everyone's gaze like a brilliant star. Yet, just as the celebration reached its most fervent climax, an unexpected calamity struck.
A bizarre black shadow surged forth from the darkness like a ghostly apparition, moving with lightning speed directly toward Liang Tian. Though he reacted swiftly and sensed the impending danger, the sudden attack was too fierce, laden with mysterious and powerful restrictions that left him unable to evade.
At the same time, several celestial beings who had been close friends with Liang Tian suddenly turned against him as if possessed by demons. A torrent of dazzling yet lethal celestial spells rained down upon him, instantly sealing off all possible escape routes. Shocked and enraged, Liang Tian could hardly believe that those who had fought alongside him and shared joyous moments would betray him at this critical juncture, becoming accomplices in his downfall.
Amidst this overwhelming assault, Liang Tian fought valiantly with all his might, unleashing his unparalleled divine abilities to their fullest extent. Yet ultimately, his fists could not contend with many hands; he was outnumbered.
His once-mighty celestial body suffered severe injuries as horrifying wounds opened across his form, blood staining his garments. His spirit began to dissipate under this nearly destructive onslaught, flickering like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing.
In that final moment before consciousness faded away, Liang Tian's heart brimmed with unyielding resentment. He gazed intensely at the familiar yet fleeting Celestial World and silently vowed: if given another chance at life, he would make those who plotted against him pay dearly for their schemes and regret their wickedness.
Then, like a falling meteor, his spirit plummeted toward the mortal realm, filled with boundless unwillingness and fury.
In a remote corner of a bustling city stood a small and dilapidated rental room. The furnishings inside were exceedingly sparse: an old wooden bed creaked ominously as if it would collapse at any moment; a table missing a corner leaned awkwardly against the wall, cluttered with miscellaneous items. On the bed lay a boy whose complexion was pale as paper, devoid of color, his breath faint as a wisp of smoke—he was none other than the mortal counterpart of Liang Tian from the Celestial World.
This boy had faced a tumultuous fate since childhood; his parents had passed away early on, leaving him to survive on meager welfare. At school, he was timid by nature and often bullied by classmates, living a life marked by humility and helplessness.
At this moment, the boy lay with his eyes tightly shut as if trapped in an endless abyss of darkness from which he could not escape. Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed like lightning as Liang Tian's spirit merged instantaneously into the boy's body. The boy's body trembled violently as if struck by an invisible force before slowly opening his eyes.
Liang Tian felt an excruciating headache, as if countless steel needles were frantically stirring in his mind. Two completely different memories surged like a tidal wave, constantly intertwining and colliding within him. The glorious splendor and supreme power of the celestial realm contrasted sharply with the tragic experiences and timid life of a young boy, all vividly emerging in his consciousness.
After a long while, Liang Tian gradually adapted to the overwhelming sensations and finally realized that he had been reborn into the body of a mortal boy. He looked around at the dilapidated environment, which could almost be described as shabby, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him.
Before he could ponder further, a loud and aggressive knock on the door sounded like thunder. "Liang Tian! The rent is due tomorrow! Are you going to pay or not? If you don’t, get out!" The landlord's sharp voice pierced through the thin door like an arrow.
Liang Tian frowned slightly, a wave of irritation rising within him. However, he quickly forced himself to calm down, fully aware that he was now in the mortal realm. The urgent task at hand was to resolve this pressing predicament. Taking a deep breath, he replied, "I understand. I will pay you tomorrow." Hearing this, the landlord snorted disdainfully, muttering something under his breath before turning to leave.
Liang Tian knew very well that given the boy's original circumstances, he had no means to pay the rent. But he was no longer that weak and helpless youth; he possessed the memories and legacy of the celestial realm, and such trivial matters would not defeat him.
He settled his mind and began to carefully assess the condition of this body. Fortunately, although the boy's physical condition was extremely poor—thin as a rake—his meridians remained intact. With some nurturing, he could embark on the path of cultivation once again. However, being in the mortal realm meant that resources for cultivation were scarce compared to the celestial realm; his journey would undoubtedly be fraught with difficulties.
After pondering for a moment, Liang Tian decided to seek ways to quickly enhance his strength in this seemingly ordinary yet opportunity-laden city. He recalled a simple breathing technique from the celestial realm that required minimal precious resources; with persistent practice, it could elevate one’s cultivation level to some extent. Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes slowly, and began attempting to cultivate according to his memories.
As Liang Tian activated his technique, a faint ripple of spiritual energy began to stir around him, as if drawn by a mysterious force that slowly converged toward his body. Although the concentration of spiritual energy in this mortal realm was worlds apart from that of the celestial realm—like a drop in an ocean—it was still invaluable to Liang Tian at this moment.
While cultivating, Liang Tian also rapidly contemplated his future plans in his mind. He understood that to establish himself firmly in this unfamiliar and challenging mortal realm and gradually return to the celestial realm for revenge, he must take practical steps and steadily enhance his strength. Currently, resolving the rent issue was his most pressing task.
With a plan forming in his mind, Liang Tian recalled a unique and magical treasure appraisal technique from the celestial realm that allowed one to accurately assess an item’s value by observing its emitted spiritual energy fluctuations. In this bustling city filled with vibrant antique markets, perhaps he could use this skill to find valuable treasures among countless antiques and exchange them for enough money to alleviate his immediate crisis.
With this thought in mind, Liang Tian slowly opened his eyes, determination and confidence gleaming within them. He stood up and gently stretched his stiff body from prolonged malnutrition before resolutely stepping out of the room, ready to explore the unknown opportunities awaiting him in the antique market.
Though the road ahead would undoubtedly be fraught with challenges and thorns, Liang Tian firmly believed that with his rich experience and formidable abilities accumulated in the celestial realm, he would carve out a space for himself in this seemingly mundane mortal world—a solid first step towards returning to the celestial realm and embarking on his path of revenge.
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