THE_WORDSMITH

Loose cultivator Shi Lang gradually found himself in the realm of invincibility. However, when he finally tried to ascend to the higher realm, the spirit of the world was nearly exhausted.

So, between his ascension to a new world or the well-being of his home, he chose the latter and sacrificed his life to save the world.

Nobody knew what he gave up for the world, and he told no one. 

Although his sacrifice had gone unsung, there was still someone who witnessed everything.  A treasured artifact he carried on his body preserved his soul and let it escape a tragic end.

Eons passed.

The human race stepped out from the age of cultivation into an age of stellar conquest. 

The spirit energy in the world was now scarce, but humans found other means to excel.

In this highly-advanced time, Shi Lang's soul has found a chance to be reborn. 

What happens when an ancient cultivator that neared the level of a deity before his first death gets a second chance at life in the space age?
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Cover Credits: ropreker#8513(discord) 
Fonts and Final editing credits: Not gonna tell y'all. XD

Ace Of Terrans

Amelia and Shi Lang followed the queen of Neomon, Nexalia Neytiri to a garden, where the latter invited them both to sit down under a pavilion and have tea with her. A couple of youngsters noted how heavily the palace was guarded, however, the guards did not have a single male within their ranks.

Amelia did not say anything verbally but the grip of her hand hooked with Shi Lang's elbow was constantly fluctuating. The boy replied to her with the depth of his breath. When they sat under the pavilion Nexalia Neytiri asked, "Shusha(Mr. in native Neomonian) Ace, your breathing is irregular. Are you comfortable?"

Shi Lang replied with a faint smile, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have a habit of breathing like this to get myself familiar with the air of a new planet."

Nexalia commented, "Quiet is a unique habit you have."

Shi Lang said, "Everyone in the universe is unique in their own way, Your Majesty. Just like how you are."

Tea.