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Once a feared demonic cultivator, Zhuan Ming plundered Solar Soul worlds without remorse. But when an ancient pill of ethereal aura falls into his hands, he is ambushed by righteous cultivators and left for dead. In desperation, he swallows the pill—only to awaken in a weaker body, burdened with a mysterious legacy.

Now reborn in a world where his past enemies thrive, Zhuan Ming vows to reclaim his power and surpass his former glory. Guided by the Qi Pill Ancestor, he walks a dangerous path.

Armed with forbidden knowledge of Solar Tombs, a growing Nirvana Tree, and a soul that defies the heavens, Zhuan Ming must navigate a world of treacherous cultivators, celestial treasures, and ancient secrets. Will he rise as an Immortal, or will he become a pawn in a grand design?

Pillborn Immortal

In the dark of her room, Li Qingyue lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling as she often did when lost in thought.

"Have I been living carelessly, ignoring everything else? Have I given up on revenge so easily?" The questions swirled in her mind. "Could I even take revenge? Would it change anything?"

She thought of Zhuan Ming. "Knowing him, he'd kill them without hesitation. Could I do the same?"

An uneasy feeling settled in her chest as she remembered his cold gaze, the dead disciple, the smiling faces of her parents—now gone, just like that disciple. Li Qingyue hated death. "I wish people could live forever. Then no one would have to lose those they love." But that was impossible.

Instead, anger festered inside her. The sect elders who sent her parents to their deaths lived on without remorse, as if their sacrifice meant nothing. "Do they deserve to live when so many suffer because of their greed and ignorance?"

Her fists clenched. But then… another thought surfaced.

"Lately, I've started enjoying life again."

Memories of simpler times flashed in her mind—her parents laughing, playing with her. A fragile warmth bloomed in her chest. "I don't want to lose this happiness." Tears welled in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Zhuan Ming stirred, awake after resting his mind.

"Rank 3. This is only the beginning."

In the cultivation world, most could reach Rank 3 in their lifetime—some in months, others in decades. Talent, resources, environment—all played a role. "In my past life, it took me years. Now, I'm here far sooner."

His body was still weak for a Rank 3 cultivator, but that could be fixed with enough spirit stones. "Fastest way? The Sunstone Cave. That snake won't be a problem now. Or I could sell some pills."

But time was the real issue. "I have too much to do."

"Now that I'm Rank 3, it's time to cultivate the soul. Maybe then I'll figure out what's wrong with me."

Soul cultivation required forming phantom roots in the soul, mirroring the body's energy pathways. It was brutally difficult—most never made it past Rank 3. "First, you must visualize phantom roots extending into your soul—most cultivators fail at this very first step. Then you need pure spiritual energy, completely free from any elemental path. If the energy isn't refined, it could injure your soul, which makes the whole process much slower and more dangerous."For Zhuan Ming, visualization wasn't a problem—he'd done this before. The spirit spring provided pure energy. The only unknown was his body's talent.

This body was once known as talentless trash, yet his cultivation speed was absurdly fast. "Was it the pill's effect?" Every time he tried to ask Qi Pill Ancestor, the old ghost ignored him.

"It's late. I'll sleep a bit more and check Li Qingyuan's research tomorrow."

With that, he closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep—this time, until morning.

Tears in the Dark, Roots in the Soul