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) 
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Ace Of Terrans

Two sides were fighting in the training ground. Shi Lang and Shi Ting practiced the skills of swords. Although Shi Lang's way of the sword was too robust for a girl, he did not have any trouble using a thin sword either.

Shi Ting was inclined towards fencing. Unlike her rowdy temperament, she wanted to try her hand at the elegant way of sword fighting. He did not support Shi Ting in pursuing this way of the sword, and he believed that one must follow the sword that matched their temperament.

Shi Ning and Shi Wei were on vacation from their Imperial duties and thus were watching all this from the side, and Shi Wei said, "Big Brother Lang can adjust to any fighting style. Why so?"

Shi Ning nodded and said, "It is not just practiced on a physical level. He must have spent much time on the battlefield cultivating such an aura. I doubt anyone who is not from the central plane to have such a thick blood lust. As if a demon waiting to run amock."

Domineering.