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Once, Shen Tian stood at the pinnacle of the celestial world, revered as the Heavenly Saint—the last seeker of true immortality. But when the heavens themselves decreed that the Dao of Immortality must be erased, his own disciples betrayed him. Torn apart by divine punishment and cast into the endless cycle of Samsara, he was doomed to suffer a thousand lifetimes of agony.

Yet fate is not so easily rewritten.

Now, in his 1,001st life, Shen Tian awakens as a crippled orphan in the lowest realm. He has nothing—no strength, no cultivation, no allies. But unlike before, he remembers everything. The knowledge of lost techniques, the secrets of forbidden arts, and the final ember of the Eternal Dao Seed still burn within him.

In a world where immortality is a myth and power comes only through the Nine Forbidden Daos, Shen Tian will walk a path no one has dared before. He will steal from the heavens, unravel the lies of the celestial order, and carve a new destiny with his own hands.

The heavens betrayed him once.

Now, he will rewrite the heavens themselves.


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Heavenly Requiem: The Last Immortal

She did not return as an assassin. She returned as a shadow—watching from the alleyways, trailing them from a distance. Testing Shen Tian's patience.

Jiang Hao was the first to lose his temper. "We should just chase her off," he muttered. "She's a spy."

Shen Tian disagreed. "She's deciding."

"Whether to betray us or join us."

Jiang Hao scoffed, but he did not press the issue.

On the fourth night, Yan Qing finally approached.

She stood at the entrance of the ruined shack, hesitant. The girl who had once tried to kill Shen Tian now stood before him, uncertain of her place.

Shen Tian motioned for her to sit. She hesitated before obeying.

"You should have left," Shen Tian said.

Yan Qing clenched her fists. "I tried."

Silence stretched between them. Jiang Hao and the others watched warily, but Shen Tian saw something they did not.

The Black Hounds had sent her to fail. She had failed.

Now, she was as much a target as he was.

"You're not here for revenge," Shen Tian said. "You're here for survival."

Yan Qing remained silent. But that was answer enough.

Trust was not given. It was earned.

Yan Qing did not immediately become one of them. She did not speak much, and she rarely slept in the same place twice. But over time, she stopped running.

And, slowly, she started learning.

Shen Tian did not teach her the Phantom Veins Sutra—not yet. She was skilled, but she lacked understanding. Instead, he tested her.

Fights in the slums were constant, unpredictable. Yan Qing was always the first to react, her instincts honed by years of survival. But she had been raised as a tool, not as a leader.

She struck fast but left herself open.

She fought without hesitation but did not understand when not to fight.

Shen Tian watched her closely. She had potential, but she needed more than skill. She needed purpose.

It was Jiang Hao who finally acknowledged her.

One night, after an ambush from a rival gang, Yan Qing had saved his life—throwing herself into the fray when Jiang Hao had been outnumbered.

Afterward, as they sat in the darkness, catching their breath, Jiang Hao finally grumbled, "Fine. She stays."

Yan Qing smirked. "You were slower than I thought."

Jiang Hao rolled his eyes. But he did not argue.

Shen Tian allowed himself a small smile.

The Black Hounds were still hunting him.

And worse—someone else had taken notice.

One night, as Shen Tian meditated, a presence stirred outside the shack. Not an assassin. Not a thug.

When the door opened, the air itself seemed to freeze.

Draped in dark robes, his presence alone suffocated the room. His eyes, sharp as knives, swept over them with quiet amusement.

Shen Tian did not need an introduction.

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Chapter 6 - Shadows of the Underworld