Reborn right after ascending to immortality?

Chapter 1 was nothing more than a few bouts of wind, frost, hail, thunderstorms, tsunamis, and Category 18 gales.

Cold raindrops tapped against the window.

An Sheng opened her eyes.

The surrounding spiritual energy was pure and rich. With just one breath, one could feel the essence flowing through one's internal organs, without any trace of industrial pollution. With just one breath, An Sheng knew that he had been reborn.

This spiritual energy is so pure that An Sheng feels an itch in his lungs.

The days when breathing was free were at least several hundred years ago.

Since that was the case, An Sheng instinctively covered his head, and sure enough, the signature, classic pain that comes with rebirth assaulted his brain.

The pain subsided after a long time.

As his memories returned, An Sheng finally understood the exact year: it was now the year 2068 of the Immortal Calendar, and he had been reborn a thousand years ago.

An Sheng is only sixteen years old now.

This is the best of times. Spiritual energy has revived to its peak, and the secret realms and treasures of ancient families have not yet been explored or exploited by the demonic forces. The chosen ones who will lead the cultivation world for a thousand years to come have not yet risen.

The oligarchic demonic sect 'Wuchang Sect' that monopolizes the immortal realm has not yet risen to power. The demonic path is weak while the righteous path is flourishing. This is a civilized and law-abiding world of cultivation, full of opportunities and treasures.

Later generations often reminisce about this golden age of cultivation, believing that even a pig could become a marshal if it stood at the forefront of the cultivation era.

Now, An Sheng, carrying the memories of a thousand years from the future, has been reborn into this most hopeful era.

An Sheng knew all the opportunities in the future, the recovery time of each secret realm, and the location of all magic weapons, treasures, rare items, and manuals. He was essentially a second-time player.

Returning to the age of sixteen, the future of the entire world belongs to teenagers.

With this precious memory, this extraordinary encounter of 'rebirth' and this cheat code, one will surely be able to rise quickly to make up for the regrets of the past life, dominate the immortal realm, and suppress all ages. If an ordinary person were to obtain such an opportunity, how overjoyed and happy would they be?
An Sheng took a deep breath, her pupils trembling slightly.

I tried to calm my excited emotions.

But this overwhelming excitement was simply impossible to suppress.

So he finally swore out loud.

"The rebirth of the trenches!"

"I finally served a thousand years in prison for the gang, and I was just about to ascend to immortality when you gave me a second chance!"

This is the worst of times, and An Sheng has never felt happy about being reborn.

Because he was reborn into—

On the day he was sentenced to a thousand years in prison.

All those opportunities are outside the prison; what good is it if he knows them in advance?
An Sheng's name means peace and tranquility, but his life has been anything but peaceful. He's like freshly washed clothes—neither folded nor hung out to dry, and he's lost all his clothes hanger.

An Sheng, an orphan with no clothes to fold, hang, or even dry, joined the Wuchang Sect at a young age and became a henchman for the leaders. Now, he is the current Holy Son of the ancient demonic sect, the Wuchang Sect.

In 2068, the Wuchang Gate fell into decline, and its members scattered.

The so-called decline of the demonic path and the rise of the righteous path, coupled with the "anti-gang and anti-evil" campaign, led An Sheng, who was chosen as the Holy Son of Impermanence at that time, to prove his loyalty to the organization and the community. He was extremely righteous and willing to sacrifice his life.

Loyalty and righteousness.
He took the blame for the leaders of the organization and the bosses of various gangs for hundreds of years, moving those leaders of the Demonic Sect to tears, and they swore that they would never forget An Sheng, their loyal and devoted brother.

With all the various crimes, big and small, added together, An Sheng became a prime target for crackdown.

The 'Demon Child of Impermanence' is feared and revered by kind-hearted people.

For thousands of years, An Sheng has kept his mouth shut and remained steadfast in his integrity.

A thousand years later, the demonic path rose rapidly, the Wuchang Sect became a giant in the demonic path, and An Sheng finally broke out of prison.

Upon his release from prison, An Sheng's master, the Lord of Impermanence, the Nine Netherworld Demoness—the Immortal of Impermanence—passed over the position of Impermanence to An Sheng, along with half of Kunlun's underground industry chain. He had the best resources and secret techniques accumulated in the lower realm over the past thousand years to choose from, and in an instant, he broke through three realms, the Demon Child was born, and he proved his Dao in the Great Wilderness!
Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Void Refining, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcending.

If one were to cultivate for an ordinary thousand years, An Sheng's talent would only get him to the Nascent Soul stage at most, making this investment very profitable. Within the guild, those who ascended first helped those who followed, and finally, it was An Sheng's turn to take off.

As a result, he was reborn.

He was reborn on the day he was sentenced, and the trial was conducted in Fengdu City.

Are they going to be sentenced to another thousand years?

I have to find a way to resign!

He sighed and glanced around: the drizzling autumn rain pattered against the iron bed, and the dark and oppressive cage was surrounded by immortal talismans with the character "禁" (forbidden), which even a Nascent Soul immortal could not break.

This place is below the main peak of 'Kunlun Mountain', in a realm called 'Nine Netherworlds', which has nine levels and imprisons all the demons of the past ten thousand years.

An Sheng is currently located in the first level of the Nine Netherworld, the 'Fengdu Domain', which is responsible for judgment.

After being judged in Fengdu, prisoners are escorted into the Nine Netherworlds. The more serious the crime, the longer the imprisonment, and the deeper the realm they are sent to, which is also the more dangerous.

The vast majority of prisoners die before they finish serving their sentence.

Since the establishment of New Kunlun, a spirit of humanitarianism has swept through the entire cultivation world. Currently, the Nine Netherworld is only open up to the second level, the 'Guardian Domain'. The lower six levels are filled with ancient demons from the Primordial Era, each with a sentence starting at tens of thousands of years.

"May the fickle demon find peace."

Just then, An Sheng heard the voice of the guard at the door.

The guard's voice was clearly tinged with fear and vigilance, as if the name of the Impermanent Demon Prince had deeply penetrated people's hearts, making him extremely terrifying. After all, the Impermanent Sect was the most evil sect in ancient times, on par with Dao Xuan. Although it has now undergone rectification, mergers and reorganizations and is now a legitimate private enterprise, its ancestral reputation remains formidable.

Especially the current leader of the Impermanence Sect, the 'Impermanence Demon Child' standing before them, is known as the most terrifying and newly born young demon among the younger generation!
They must be extremely vigilant and on high alert.

"Someone has come to visit me in prison."

With the memories of the future, An Sheng knew who the visitor was.

—My own master, the Impermanent Immortal.

All things are impermanent, arising from dependent origination and empty of inherent existence.

The true master of the Impermanence Sect, and also its last remaining strength.

She is a true immortal who has existed since the beginning of time, the Nine Netherworld Demoness, the Immortal of Impermanence; no one knows how long the Immortal of Impermanence has lived, no one knows the level of her cultivation, and no one knows her true face.

After the great war that led to the decline of the Demonic Sect, no one ever saw the Immortal of Impermanence again. Some say he died, others say he is still alive, but sealed in the deepest part of the Nine Netherworlds, his cultivation damaged and lying dormant, still plotting a grand plan for a thousand years.

But no one expected it, and no one could see through it, that He would appear so openly and honestly in the Nine Nether Prison.

An Sheng lowered her eyes and looked out of the cage, sighing softly.

Even the righteous guards fell silent at the sight of the visiting woman's demeanor and appearance.

The woman had a cool and aloof expression. She was dressed in white with no other adornments. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her waist. Her bare, snow-white feet lightly trod on the dark, damp bricks and tiles, yet remained unstained, making soft footsteps.

Only the red rope tied around her ankles jingled like a clear wind chime.

An Sheng wasn't marveling at Wuchang Xian's appearance, but rather at the latter's incredibly high level of cultivation, almost like a ghost. Even though the latter was at the center of the righteous path, no immortal had ever discovered his identity.

Even if I were to reach this level a thousand years from now, I would find it difficult.

She is the most mysterious immortal in this world. Even though An Sheng was her nominal disciple for a thousand years in his previous life, he only met the Immortal of Impermanence twice. Once was when he joined the Impermanence Sect, and the other was when he visited her in prison now.

Disagreements between master and disciple are common, but it's rare for them to be unfamiliar with each other—it's even rarer for a family to meet while in prison.

Once the guards had left and all sight had vanished, the fairy stood before An Sheng, her calm, serene eyes gazing at him with a cool and lonely light.

Those eyes, like autumn water, seemed to see through all destinies; their gaze was colder and deeper than the waters of the underworld.

"Master."

An Sheng felt this was a good time to resign; whoever wanted to go to jail could go!
He didn't want to take the blame for the gang leaders!

He bowed, pondering his words:

"All things are impermanent, arising from causes and conditions, and empty of inherent existence. Since receiving the mandate to be the Holy Son of Impermanence, I have pondered deeply these past few days. Geniuses in this world are as numerous as carp crossing a river, while I, An Sheng, am merely an ordinary person in terms of talent. I am truly incapable of shouldering such a heavy responsibility. My life is a small matter, but delaying the grand plan of the Demonic Sect is a great matter. I urge Master to reconsider!"

Wuchangxian stared coldly at Ansheng, and after a long while, she spoke in a cool tone.

"There is no need to worry too much about having a child, nor to belittle yourself. You are just too young to understand the mysteries of your destiny yet."

"This is what is known as a predestined connection with the immortals."

“My eyes have seen through you. You are the holy son, the chosen one, that my Impermanence Sect has been waiting for. You are the demonic child of Impermanence’s revival, the key to our millennium plan.”

Her voice was also cold, like a pool of water, so clear that it could reflect everyone's heart.

Those violet eyes became even deeper and more mysterious. Just by looking into her eyes, An Sheng felt as if he could see the entire universe, and all the laws and principles governing all things were hidden in those eyes.

"It's all fate, destiny. No one can bear this fate of yours."

“You are the true holy son of the Impermanence Sect.”

"This responsibility is best suited for you."

An Sheng felt a chill run down his spine under that unpredictable gaze. He knew that the Immortal of Impermanence possessed eyes that could see through the river of fate. His cultivation talent wasn't top-tier, so could it be that his selection as the Holy Son of Impermanence was truly destiny? The chosen one? Was all of this really just a matter of fate?

"Master, why did you choose me?" An Sheng asked the question that had puzzled him for a thousand years.

"Because you are..."

An Sheng held her breath.

But then the Immortal of Impermanence chuckled softly, his eyes growing ever deeper, his words ever more mysterious, and his clear, melodious voice carrying the most unquestionable truth in the world: all things are impermanent, arising from causes and conditions and empty of inherent existence!

"—Our Impermanence Sect's only minor!"

She declared with an air of mystery and pride.

"The law is biased towards you; your legal resistance is extremely high!"

An Sheng fell silent.

So it turns out that An Sheng was chosen as the Holy Son because he was too young, literally.

"Ah."

He turned his head to look at the world outside the iron bars, a world battered by wind and rain. A cold wind swept over him, and the young man suddenly smiled and sighed softly.
"It's nothing more than some wind, frost, hail, thunderstorms, tsunami, and gale-force winds of level 18."

This world in the ditch is flooded, just like him!
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