Becoming the Lord God from Devouring

Chapter 136 A Hundred Lifetimes of Reincarnation
"My wife, I'm sure I'll pass the imperial examination this year, and then I'll take you to enjoy a life of leisure!"

Wu Hao has been saying this for twelve years, and he has failed the provincial examinations three times in those twelve years.

When the exam was approaching, I always couldn't remember some of the passages. I would frantically scratch my head in the exam hall and finally had no choice but to hand in some blanks.

He always had a natural aversion to Confucian classics, making it difficult for him to study and memorize them, and he always couldn't remember the meanings of the classics at the last minute, so he couldn't write the exam papers.

However, policy essays and poetry were his strengths, and he even wrote several poems that became famous throughout the prefecture.

But that didn't help him become a successful candidate in the imperial examinations and achieve upward social mobility.

'This is probably the last time I'll take the exam!' Wu Hao thought to himself. He initially wanted to take the imperial examinations because he couldn't stand working in the fields and always felt that he wasn't born to do this kind of work.

After easily becoming a scholar through clever tricks, he went further and further down the path of taking the civil service exam, and even got married and had someone to take care of his family's fields.

His wife toiled tirelessly every day, while he mostly used studying as an excuse to avoid working in the fields.

If you say he was genuinely studying, that's one thing, but he was really studying in order to avoid labor, and at the same time, he genuinely didn't want to read the Four Books and Five Classics, and didn't want to look at those Confucian classics.

He touched his wife's old hands; at 28, the calluses on her hands were thicker than those of a 58-year-old. Wu Hao felt both sorry for her and somewhat disgusted by how old her hands were.

'Sigh, if I fail again this year, I'll find a husband to be my advisor. It's better than continuing to live a life of idleness in the countryside and making my wife work hard!' With that thought, he bid farewell to his wife and took the provincial examination for the last time.

After three days and two nights of exams, he once again walked out of the examination hall with a glimmer of hope.

"My Confucian classics are so-so, and my calligraphy is so-so, but my policy essays and poems are top-notch. I should be able to pass the imperial examination this time!"

A month or so later, Wu Hao, who was copying poems at home, suddenly heard a commotion outside his door. A group of people surrounded two yamen runners, shouting and making a ruckus as they rushed toward his house.

His suspicions drove him to rush out the door, and the announcement from the constables instantly filled Wu with excitement and made him shout.

"I passed! I passed!" After twenty years of hard study, I finally passed the imperial examination and achieved a leap in social class.

He stood up, took out some money his wife had earned from her work, and distributed it to the crowd as a lucky charm.

Next came the collection of gifts, land, and slaves. Overnight, he went from being ignored to having his home deserted.

His wife was praised to the skies by everyone, and her hard work over the past ten years was regarded as a model of a virtuous wife by the elders in the clan.

When he looked at those Confucian classics again, he no longer had his previous prejudices. After everyone left, he studied them day and night, memorizing those classics that he had once disdained.

The following year, he went to the capital to take the imperial examination and once again passed by the very last place, becoming a tribute student and participating in the final palace examination.

Before the imperial examination, Wu Hao stayed in a teahouse in the capital, listening to storytellers and scholars from various parts of the capital discuss current affairs, and finally carefully analyzed the emperor's intentions.

Relying on his guesses and some unknown insight, Wu Hao wrote a policy essay in the palace examination and then successfully passed the exam as a third-ranked scholar with his good looks, thus beginning his meteoric rise in the imperial examination.

"My wife, you have to think about me! I've studied diligently for so many years, all for the sake of serving the court. Now, Minister Jian of the Ministry of Rites is favored by the Emperor and is likely to become the next prime minister. He favors me and wants to marry me. How can I refuse? Please grant my wish. I will never betray you in the future!"

Thinking of the Minister's daughter, Wu Hao felt a surge of desire. A noblewoman like her was far superior to his wife, a country bumpkin; her hands, her waist…

Twenty years of hard study, wasn't it all for a life of pleasure and indulgence? How could he possibly stay with this wife who has shared his hardships?

Ten years into his marriage, nearing forty, he had already become the head of a department, the next position being second only to the emperor.

Although he has now gained both wealth and women, he has also done many good deeds over the years, and his reputation both inside and outside the court is quite good.

Following in his father-in-law's footsteps, he is now in the emperor's favor, and countless people praise his father-in-law for finding such a good son-in-law.

As for Wu Hao's former wife, she had long been abandoned in the mansion, and they hadn't shared a bed for ten years.

"Master, Lord Han requests your presence!" The maid's voice rang in his ears, but Wu Hao did not get up immediately. Instead, he grabbed the girl's slender body and played with it in his hands.

When he felt disgusted, he got up and drove to the Han residence.

Lord Han is his father-in-law, Han Chaoyue, the current prime minister of the Great Qian Kingdom. Wu Hao knew what the other party wanted to discuss with him: the position of the current crown prince.

The current emperor is getting old, but the crown prince has been firmly in the position of heir apparent for twenty years. During these twenty years, he has already formed his own team and excluded the reform party of Han Zaizhi.

The reforms proposed by the old emperor, as well as those implemented by officials such as Han Chaoyue and Wu Hao, will certainly be halted by the crown prince after the old emperor's death. In fact, Wu Hao, his father-in-law, and their families may all perish overnight.

The two had been discussing this for many years, but there was still no result. The plan to support the third prince to oppose the crown prince always failed in the womb, and the throne of the eldest son of the legitimate wife was as stable as Mount Tai.

Three years later, the old emperor died, the crown prince ascended the throne, Han Xiang was dismissed, Wu Hao was transferred to a sinecure, and then came countless impeachments.

Finally, the appointed time of death arrived, and Wu Hao, who was in his early forties, and his entire family were escorted to the execution ground.

Looking at his wife, whom he hadn't seen for many years, Wu Hao felt guilty and shed tears for the first time. After he passed the imperial examination, his wife had only enjoyed half a year of happiness with him, and as a result, she was implicated because of him.

"In my next life, I want to honestly farm the land. I will never be an official again, never be an official again, never be an official again!"

My head snapped open and moved to a new house. When I opened my eyes again, it was a brand new life.

Watering, fertilizing, harvesting—working from sunrise to sunset.

Wu Hao did not retain the memories of his previous life, nor did he even know which reincarnation this was. In this life, he was truly an honest farmer who married a wife who was not particularly beautiful and had several children.

But the good years didn't last long; a severe drought struck, and people resorted to cannibalism.

Wu Hao fled from war and lost his wife and children, so he decided to become a monk. Later, while traveling around looking for his son and begging, he was conscripted into the Red Turban Army, a resistance force.

With a few clever ideas from who knows where, Wu Hao quickly distinguished himself in the Red Turban Army's uprising forces using only the strength of a farmer. He also learned to read and understand all kinds of books he had collected, and gradually became influential in the peasant army.

Several years later, his army occupied three prefectures and twelve counties, becoming the biggest rebel leader in the world, and even rivaling the imperial court.

His wife and children were also found in his early years and grew up under his guidance.

However, one day, a voice came from afar, and an immortal descended from the sky. "Traitor Wu Hao, you destroyed thirty-five families of my sect's disciples in the mortal realm and distributed their land to those lowly people. Even if it means defying the distinction between immortals and mortals, I will still exterminate your family."

In his final moments, Wu Hao only heard these words before losing consciousness while staring at his headless corpse.

"I must cultivate immortality!"

In his next life, Wu Hao is a wealthy young man who, from the age of understanding, yearns for the path of immortality and travels everywhere in search of immortals and the Dao.

However, ten years passed, and the immortal did not appear. Instead, he learned that there was only one Buddhist sect near his home that was recruiting disciples.

"Fine, I'll be a monk then. As long as I can become an immortal, I'm willing to do any profession!"

Ten years of monastic rules, ten years of precepts, ten years of Buddhist scriptures, and ten years of recitation—he turned around and was over fifty years old, but his Buddhist heart became clearer and clearer with each practice.

The suffering of reincarnation is no less than that of Avici Hell. Once one becomes a Buddha, one can sever ties with the mundane world, like a fish leaping out of the water, and thus escape the sea of ​​suffering in the human realm.

"Amitabha!"

Wu Hao returned to the mortal world, gave away all his wealth to help people, and after severing all worldly ties, he embarked on cultivation again.

He cultivated the Buddhist realms of suffering, clarity, and golden body, and he came to understand who he truly was.

"I am Wu Hao, and I am experiencing countless lifetimes of cultivation!"

“My innate wisdom has awakened, but my aptitude in this life is insufficient. In the next life, I will definitely cultivate myself to achieve enlightenment.”

A hundred years later, he passed away peacefully in a dry well. His body was burned and relics were found, thus beginning his next life.

……

When Wu Hao opened his eyes again, he was sitting in a secret cultivation room in the Ice and Snow Manor on Emperor Star, and then he raised his leg and started fighting.

Memories of countless reincarnations filled his mind, and each of those lives diluted his true self, making him somewhat unable to distinguish who he was.

Suddenly he shook his head, and the scattered memories in his soul were digested and dissolved, becoming part of his life.

"Phew, thankfully only a Domain Lord level cultivator ate this Hundred Reincarnation Fruit. Their souls are protected by the Law of Devouring the World, which can suppress those soul impurities. Otherwise, I don't know which version of myself would have taken over my current body."

Recalling his cultivation in those last few lifetimes, he couldn't help but shudder. In terms of destructive power, none of his several reincarnations of cultivation were as strong as the one that devoured the world.

However, his temperament, comprehension, perseverance in the Dao, and talent all surpassed his peers in this world.

Having absorbed the memories and mindset of a hundred lifetimes, Wu Hao knows that he has also reached the realm where he sees mountains not as mountains and water not as water, yet still treats all things with equanimity. This is the third realm of mindset.

"You've emerged from seclusion? You've been sitting in meditation for ten years!" The Dark King's words instantly sent a chill down Wu Hao's spine.

In the initial universe, he replaced a batch of reincarnators every ten years, giving each reincarnator about 30 opportunities to enter the reincarnation world.

Forty years have passed since the last batch of reincarnators entered the God Space, and the time between the original universe and the God Space has now passed.

How powerful will the forty-cycle missions produce? Could a second privileged individual already have emerged?

Wu Hao immediately entered the Main God Space and saw the reincarnators of the Americas team participating in a reincarnation mission.

The only winner in this God's Space event was a member of the Americas team. Apart from two members of the Central Continent team who broke free from the God's control, all other members had died.

But Wu Hao clearly saw that the members of the Americas team were not from the faction he had initially chosen; some of them had switched teams on their own.

He has locked the access permissions for the Celestial Team. Although each squad leader has the opportunity to join the Celestial Team, once they choose to join the Celestial Team, they will receive a notification that the main god cannot join.

Looking at the two clearly Asian faces of the Americas team, Wu Hao immediately identified them as one of the two people who had obtained the privileges.

I just don't know what level of authority they have, what level their authority has been raised to, or whether their authority is higher than his.

Wu Hao greeted the Dark Demon King, then retreated back to the cultivation room. He was going to go to that reincarnation world to kill the authority holder, erase his memories, resurrect him, and throw him out of the God Space.

The mission world of Team America is a world called Starship Team. Several reincarnators whose strength has reached the ninth level of the stellar level are playing with insects on an unfamiliar planet, slowly accumulating reward points.

"The main god is getting stingier and stingier. The more we kill these bugs, the fewer reward points we get!" A white-clad reincarnator complained. He had wings on his back, a pale face, and no life. He was clearly a vampire.

“How about we collect 50000 reward points this time and leave the God Space? Those two from the Central Continent team, after returning to the real world, lost their memories of the God Space. With the support of the Planetary Council, they are now cultivating in the Qianwu Universe Kingdom,” another white reincarnator chimed in.

These words immediately angered the Asian man: "What do you know? We wiped out all the reincarnation teams so you could farm reward points and return to the real world? Remember, we let you live until now so you would obey us. If anyone dares to mention returning again, even if you do return to the real world, I will personally hunt you down!"

The two white men, one a bat and the other a werewolf, shuddered and immediately fell silent.

"Why are you teasing these two animals? They're already stupid, why are you making fun of them!" Just then, an Asian woman walked out from behind the crowd. From her appearance, she was almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

But don't underestimate her just because of that. Every reincarnator who dies in this cycle will make a silent accusation.

"Ruowei, these two are always thinking about leaving the Main God Space. Wouldn't all the investment we've made in them be wasted? How can we let them leave!" The man's words were like steel knives, piercing the hearts of the two white men, causing them to lower their heads even further.

These two reincarnators crossed over from the team and immediately killed three of their teammates, leaving only the two of them to be used as meat pigs.

Ninety percent of all the rewards must be handed over, and the bloodlines exchanged must also be decided by the two of them.

Now that all their competitors have been eliminated, their treatment and strength have finally improved, but they still dare not have the slightest thought of resisting these two.

"Discussing it won't hurt, won't it?" The woman's words were like a candle in the winter night, full of maternal radiance.

However, the two white reincarnators trembled like leaves. Compared to the man's domineering nature, they were more afraid of this woman, who had killed them and then resurrected them more than once.

(End of this chapter)