Cultivation is a one-way road. Keep cultivating, and before long, both you and your temple may vanish without a trace.
Five hundred years ago, Fu Liangye cultivated himself right out of existence.
But he was lucky enough to roll back into the world!
As far as he was concerned, what the world was like now, which immortal sect was on duty, whether the young master of Zhushan had ascended... None of it mattered!
Because the first step to living is figuring out how to live.
"After the Greats of the Cultivation World Fell Out of Fashion, They Loved Reading Their Own Autobiographies"; "After the Greats of the Cultivation World Fell Out of Fashion, They Maxed Out Their Skills at Flirting Blindly"; "The Unspoken Scandals of the Cultivation World"
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Coming next: After the God Descended the Mountain
Serious blurb:
With a torture device piercing his chest and iron chains binding his body, Yan Sui was covered in blood as countless people dragged him down from his divine throne.
His immortal bones had been removed, his spiritual soul utterly destroyed.
In the killing formation at Broken God Slope, Yan Sui was perfectly calm as he faced death. He spoke to the crowd in a mild, amicable tone.
"As we part today, I don't know when I will meet you fellow cultivators again. The world is full of unpredictable storms, so please take care of yourselves. I will be the first to undergo this tribulation. When we meet again, I will invite you all to sink into the Sea of Bitterness."
The young man in the robes of a divine official had a stunning, noble face that always wore the hint of a smile. He faced death with composure.
After confirming that Yan Sui was dead in body and soul, the divine officials on the mountain all breathed a sigh of relief. With nothing left to hold them back, they began cursing him.
"Who the hell is your fellow cultivator?! Once you're dead, don't even think about coming back!"
"I don't know whether anyone can sink into the Sea of Bitterness, but you definitely won't even qualify. You don't exist in any of the Three Realms anymore!"
"We've informed the underworld. If they come across any of Yan Sui's remnant soul, they should refine it to ash!"
"No one has ever survived the killing formation at Broken God Slope. He isn't coming back."
"Whatever else you can say, he did the Three Realms a good turn."
Thirty years later.
The cultivation world was prosperous, with thousands of sects and countless schools.
A new sect appeared in the frigid lands of the north.
It was called the Rites Sect.
It had only a few disciples.
They said its sect leader was gentle, refined, and very courteous, which was how it got its name.
Yan Sui didn't have much to say about it.
Since his former fellow cultivators refused to be reasonable, he had no choice but to rebuild the civilization of this world.
[New story with chapters already written]
On the Villain's Acting Skills and Positioning Techniques:
The aloof streamer Pei Xinglou was livestreaming a 2,800-point random queue when he suddenly died...
He transmigrated with the skills of the Flower School into the young master of Muyun Temple.
He had an older brother, a younger sister, and parents who were both major forces in the cultivation world.
Pei Xinglou figured that it's better to be born into a good life than to have lived one. Don't go wild while alive, then go wild after death. The waves behind push the waves ahead.
With such ideal circumstances, he wasn't about to forget the grand ambition he'd had in his previous life!
He would answer the Demon Realm's call and fight for the liberation of the cultivation world.
Starting as a nobody, he would struggle his way up until he became a fourteen-rank battle-hardened model worker at the Demon Lord's side.
Pei Xinglou said: "I'm surprised too that I managed to stab so many pillars of the righteous path to death. I owe it to the self-discipline of a 007 worker, outacting everyone, never giving up, and my firm resolve never to seek redemption! Everyone is welcome to join the Demon Realm and study On the Villain's Acting Skills and Positioning Techniques with me."
And yet...
"The weather is unpredictable, and disaster can strike at any moment! A model worker of his generation met a tragic end at the Demon Lord's hands. How tragic! So tragic!!!"
Demon Lord: "Oops, my hand slipped and I stabbed the wrong person. Model Worker-chan, QwQ!"
Pei Xinglou: "Go ahead, keep busy. I'll have a lemon ^_^."
Theme: Strive onward, keep rising, and build a happy, peaceful life
