Transmigrate to the Gu World: I Can Rewind Time Without Limits

[Mystical Gu Cultivation + Infinite Rewinds + Beauty Trap from the Start + Ruthless + Seeking Proof of Eternal Life]

Tomorrow is the Awakening Ceremony.

If Gu Yue Fang Xun succeeds in awakening his aperture, he can embark on the path of a Gu Master, command supernatural powers, and pursue eternal life.

But that very night, a stunning young woman carrying a food box knocked on his door.

Fine wine, a beautiful woman, delicious food, and the dead of night.

It looks like a stroke of romantic good fortune, but danger lurks beneath the surface.

His second uncle has laid a trap, his cousin wants to steal his place, and the beauty is bait.

They are just waiting for Fang Xun to make a mistake so they can lock him away, make him miss the Awakening Ceremony, and ruin his future.

But they don't know one thing:

Fang Xun can start over.

“You think you've won and I've lost. The truth is, I just loaded a save.”

In this world of Gu cultivation, mortals are as insignificant as grass, Gu Masters hold life and death in their hands, orthodox and demonic factions fight for survival, and ten thousand Gu compete against the heavens.

Everyone else gets only one chance to choose.

Fang Xun, however, can use hundreds or thousands of deaths to work out the one perfect timeline.

The beauty trap, the aperture-stealing scheme, the family conspiracy, the orthodox-demonic conflict, the heavenly Dao's design...

All living beings across the heavens struggle to survive within the game.

Only Fang Xun stands above the river of time, calculating every possibility.

He uses death to learn from his mistakes, time as his game board, and all living beings as his pieces, all to prove the elusive Great Dao of eternal life.

“Good and evil? Orthodox and demonic? Love and loyalty?”

“Once I attain eternal life, I'll take my time sorting them out.”

“Until then, whoever stands in my way...”

“Will die next round.”

So it is said:

A thousand deaths, ten thousand more, all taken in stride.

The long river of time, its whip held by me alone.

Everyone, behold the present: the Demon Venerable shall live forever!