Prelude: Rebirth of the Strongest

Heavenly Luo Sect..

Great Yan Empire..

As one of the Overlords of the Great Yan Empire, the Heavenly Luo Sect occupied a rather impressive landscape.. Waterfalls overflowed, adding a pristine beauty to the already indescribable architecture.

The sect was divided into four parts, the outer sect, inner sect and core sect, for the disciples and then, the palaces and halls reserved for the Great Elders and sect Master himself.

Within a small shack on the boundary of the outer sect, an unconscious youth, drenched in blood lay unmoving.

His face, a face that had been praised ever since his birth, likened to the handiwork of angels was carved apart by blades, his eyes destroyed beyond measure and his long silver hair was scattered onto the ground and dyed with blood.

No one knew how much time had passed, yet in a moment, a pillar of majestic Yuan Power descended from above, smashing into the body, rupturing the ground beneath. The corpse slowly began to levitate, as if invisible strings pulled on it, until the massive beam disappeared, dropping the body to the ground unceremoniously..

"Ughhh.."

After a few minutes, a groan resounded, as the body began to twitch, coming alive miraculously. He turned himself around slowly, and sat up. His face that had been wickedly destroyed and carved through was fully healed, and restored to its original angelic state.

White eyebrows that glowed with a pinkish hue scrunched up together in pain while eyelashes of the same colour fluttered open revealing a rather breathtaking sight. Twin gem like sapphire eyes glowed with immense power, as if they could peer through all of eternity looked around in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation he found himself in..

"The last thing I remember was ...ughhh"

The youth, trying to recover his bearings and remember just what had happened to him was struck by a painful memory that caused him to grab his head in pain..

..

A great battle ensued within a rather modern world. An entire city, drowned in flames of battle and destruction. A massive purple glow erupted from within the heart of the city, followed by a massive wave of destruction that annihilated almost everything in its path..

In the aftermath of the destruction, he saw a handsome figure dressed in a black shirt and baggy white trainers stand tall within the rubble, with a victorious smirk on his worn out face while his short white hair billowed in the wind..

"Standing within the heart of Shinjuku, Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of modern Jujutsu emerged victorious.." He let out a small laugh, and closed his eyes in satisfaction, feeling the rays of sunshine peer through the dark clouds and fall on his body..

His joy however was cut short. His face scrunched up in anger, as the six eyes picked up on an overflowing billow of scarlet cursed energy..

He powered up his own cursed energy as well, calling onto the infinity in response to the sudden attack. However the last thing he saw was a massive slash tearing through his infinity and his body was instantly torn apart, bisected from the midsection. His torso and upper body fell to the ground, drenched in blood, while his feet remained glued to the ground ..

He had lost..*

The migraine slowly subsided, and the youth came back to his senses moments later..

"Sigh. I, Gojo Satoru still lost in the end. At least, Yuuji and the others would be there to clean up my mess.." He laughed to himself, taking a seat at a corner of the wooden shack and resting his back against the wall, as his gem like eyes peered into the sky..

"How exactly did I end up here? Is this Heaven? Hell? Where's the angels... Demons... Blazing flames and eternal torment.."

He looked around, yet the only thing he held in his vision was the destroyed interior of the wooden shack.

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking, when another set of memories struck him, causing him to bend over in pain..

"Aarghhh!"

*A great war, one on a planetary scale, one far destructive than what he had been in ensued. Multiple humans dressed in robes exhibited god like abilities, battling against multiple demonic looking creatures ...

Mountains shattered, ocean dried up, space time wobbled and reality shook, as if constrained and unable to bear the power that exploded forth from the battle.

At the front line of the human army, eight monstrously powerful ancient figures battled the leaders of the devil army. With the power of a concept under their control, the eight ancient figures were unstoppable, tearing through the devil army unhindered, yet the devil arm swarmed towards them without fear, endlessly multiplying across the battlefield, all due to a massive rift that had been torn into the plane.

With just one look at the overall scene, Gojo understood everything. The devil army was an extraterrestrial race that seemed to want to conquer the plane for a reason he couldn't tell. In another plane, two figures battled it out, a human figure holding onto a seven colored spear fought valiantly against a humanoid devil wrapped in black armour.

The two battled for God knows how long, equally matched by each other, as resultant waves of their clashes tore through space and time. A decisive look in the eyes of the man with seven coloured spear brought this entire battle to an end.

Hurling the spear back into this plane, it broke off into several sacred objects that disappeared in flashes of light.

Igniting his core of power within his body, the man smiled at the eight bloodied figures tearing tearing through the devil army, before his body exploded into a wave of brilliance that seemingly engulfed all of reality.

"Aarghhh!! Symbol Ancestor you bastard!!"

The mournful cries of the devil emperor resounded through out all of space and time. His body destroyed and his Yuan Spirit sealed by the effort of the one called the Symbol Ancestor.

"Master!!!"

The eight figures cried out in sorrow, their teacher having made the ultimate sacrifice had given them a chance to win the war. Now it was up to them to tilt the scales of balance in their favour.

Without hesitation, a figure amongst the divine masters stepped out, wrapped in a bloodied silver robe. His long silver hair was tied into a ponytail behind him and his eyes raged with power. Around him, planes of existence seemed to collapse as dimensions frayed, wobbling space and time.

With a decisive smile, he turned towards his brethren with a final quirky smile and stepped into the massive rift in space. Igniting his core just had his master had done, an immense power semmed to pull onto dimensions around his figure. Planes of existence obeyed his command as networks of shattered space exploded with blue miasma, fraying the gaps between the planes.

Singlehandedly, he sealed the massive rift in space, sacrificing himself in the process, giving the world the much needed advantage to win this war ..*

Gojo's figure dropped to the ground, covered in sweat as he leaned against the wall and soon laughed heartily.

He, no, not him, this body in which his soul now inhabited for some reason, was the reincarnation of the silver haired man that had sacrificed himself to seal the rift in space and time...

"To be strong enough to be able to manipulate space to such an extent..."

Gojo shook his head and let out a small laugh. The concept of space-time was probably the most complex concept in the cosmos. He knew because the Limitless allowed him to utilize this concept to an extent.

A new set of memories also flooded his mind, but he quickly lost interest after browsing through them for a moment. Turned out, this was another world, or ancient China to be precise. A world where the impossible was made possible through Yuan power cultivation, much like the Jujutsu system of power he was brought up in.

This place in which he now found himself was the Heavenly Luo Sect within the Great Yan Empire and the youth whose body he now inhabited was known as Chen Zhen, the reincarnation of that silver hair dude from the war.

He quickly gained an understanding of the situation he found himself in. Chen Zhen, despite being born with incredibly godly looks lacked the ability to cultivate for some reason. A grave sin, by every standard. Even back on Earth, the only reason why he was respected was not because of his looks, no it was because he stood atop the world and everyone else had to look up to him. The boy worked as a simple custodian within the sect's library and was picked on everyday.

The sect's disciples were divided into 3 categories based on their strengths. Outer Disciples, Inner disciples and Core disciples, and with Chen Zhen not being able to cultivate he was amongst the low of the low. Turns out, the only reason why he had lived so long in the sect even with his crippled status was because of his younger brother, a talented swordsman who was top 5 within the inner sect.

Due to not being able to defend himself, he swallowed the humiliation day in day out, to the point of being suicidal, yet the only thing that kept him from his descent into madness was love. Yes, the love of his life, Zhao Mei was a talented inner disciple ranked 9th in the inner sect. .

She was his true love, the woman of his dreams. They had pledged love to each other and promised to travel the world together until Zhao Mei met Luo Ping the top inner court disciple who was instantly attracted by her beauty.

From there it was not difficult to guess what happened next.

Seated on a small wooden log, Gojo couldn't help but sigh. He had read lots of Chinese Manhua back when he was alive. The true love trope was certainly the commonest and the most cliche, yet it felt different this time, probably because he was the character in question here.

"I don't blame you, but dying to a betrayal from the love of your life is kinda stupid. You were the reincarnation of that silver haired fella. All that potential, all that talent wasted, because you could not keep your dick in your pants.."

He facepalmed and staggered to his feet, stretching his waist in annoyance, before picking up a broken shard of a mirror on the floor.

"Fuck yeah!!"

Gojo exclaimed in excitement when he spotted the azure gem like eyes staring back at him in the mirror. He had transmigrated with the fucking six eyes. And on top of that, he looked exactly like himself, except way younger, and with waist long dirty white hair.

He walked out of the destroyed shack and stood in the sunlight, closing his eyes and stretching his arms. He was the strongest in his previous life as a Jujutsu sorcerer, yet, this was a new world. He could be so much more. There was so much to do. He could become even stronger.

He finally let out a laugh, as opened his eyes which gleamed with anticipation. He was no longer Gojo Satoru, he was Chen Zhen. He embraced his new identity and merged his own memories from the previous world with the new ones.

"This is going to be fun.."

He chuckled and walked out of the wooden shack into a small garden in front of his destroyed home.

A/N: Well, well, well. This is an AU by the way. I forgot to add that in the synopsis. Two more chapters incoming and we'll call it a day. Have fun. You support is greatly appreciated guys.