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

Shi Lang gazed at the shocked expressions and after raising his eyebrow he asked, "Do I have to take over the console?"

His tone was sharp, leaving no room to maneuver. The operator nodded and quickly began to fiddle with the keyboard. He was programming all the defense stations on the ground and the satellites to lock on to the ship entering the atmosphere. Suddenly, the operator said, "Sir, they are hailing us."

Shi Lang sat down in the chair with his knees crossed and said, "Connect."

The operator connected the communication request and a feminine voice echoed throughout the command center, "Are the Terrans planning to go against the Galactic Council?"

"Then why do your defense systems lock on my vessel?", asked the other party.

Stand.