"We cultivators, why not fight!"
At the end of the starry sky, a white-haired young man, dressed in a shirt whiter than snow and holding a giant axe, let out a roar that shook the entire cosmos.
Behind him, hundreds of millions of cultivators followed, their voices shaking the void.
"My cultivator, why not fight!"
"Kill!"
This was an epic tale soaked in blood, breathtaking and magnificent.
Shen Lian only needed one glance to understand.
This was the second world he would enter.
"System, I have chosen it."
Shen Lian extended his hand and pointed to the fifth world image.
Ding. Congratulations to the host for making your choice.
This world is a seven-star world.
Twelve hours from now, the portal will open. Please prepare, host.
The system's cold mechanical voice rang out.
At the same time, in another parallel universe.
At the far end of the starry sky.
This was the world of seals.
It served as the boundary between realms.
Standing outside this world were nine powerhouses, led by Zhan Zun.
Each exuded an overwhelming pressure that radiated like waves, disintegrating the void and crushing the stars.
Zhan Zun stood at the front, akin to a God King, an Immortal Ancestor towering over sun and moon, aloof and emotionless.
Behead.
The five immemorial gods who guarded the outside, led by the third-step peak Kong Xuan.
The nine formed an insurmountable barrier. Within the Sealed Heaven Realm, billions of cultivators were caged, unable to break through.
Yet inside the seal, thousands of cultivators stood, from all corners of the Fengtian Realm.
After countless battles, they had reached this point.
They sought to escape the Heaven-Sealing Realm. They refused to be mere insects manipulated by fate.
They would defy destiny and seize their futures.
But at this moment, facing the nine mighty guardians of the realm, despair welled in their hearts.
"This deity offers you one final chance. Return to the Fengtian Realm, and I shall pretend none of this ever happened."
Zhan Zun spoke indifferently, devoid of emotion.
But the thousands of cultivators remained silent.
Time passed.
"We cultivators seek the Dao to challenge heaven and earth, to defy fate. Submission leads to mediocrity. Defiance leads to immortality."
"My name is Wang Nixian. From the moment I began cultivation, I have followed one word—reverse."
Amid the crowd, a white-haired, blood-soaked young man spoke with calm resolve.
He looked unremarkable, but his eyes carried unwavering determination. Even in death, he would not regret.
He didn't care for the world's judgment.
But he would never retreat.
"Who are you?"
Zhan Zun lowered his gaze to him.
"Fengtian Realm. Tianlei Star Region. Daxuan Dynasty. Wang Nixian."
Wang Nixian answered with calm dignity.
His name was Wang Nixian.
As he said, his name meant defiance. And defy he would.
His life was built around one principle—rebellion.
In his youth, he was untalented in cultivation. He once knelt for three days and nights at the gates of the Hengyue Sect, begging to join, even as a servant disciple.
But his humility was met not with acceptance, but ridicule.
Still, he never gave up.
His parents waited for his return with hopeful eyes. He didn't want to disappoint them. He was their pride, their hope.
In a world where strength dictated value, only cultivation could grant one power and dignity.
Only in this harsh world where the weak were prey could one claim their own sky.
His perseverance eventually led him to cultivation.
He became the strongest disciple of the Hengyue Sect.
He endured countless hardships before reaching the Golden Core stage.
But fate played a cruel trick.
He offended a superpowerful clan of the ancient life star.
Hunted down, he fled to the Sea of Ten Thousand Demons, living in hiding, humiliated.
He had once again become that pitiful youth kneeling before Hengyue's gates.
His family and friends were slaughtered by the clan's ancestors.
He knelt before his parents' graves for three days and nights. His hair turned white overnight.
But still, he refused to yield.
Fate may mock the foolishly persistent, but sometimes, it spares them.
Wang Nixian rose once more.
He clawed his way up the cultivation ladder, surviving tribulations and climbing to the peak.
He became a supreme powerhouse, not just in the ancient star of life, but in the Luotian Star Region, and even across the world.
He had comrades, trusted allies, and heirs.
Everything seemed to be improving.
He felt tired and wished for rest.
But fate is relentless.
He discovered his world was nothing more than a bottle realm.
He, and everyone around him, were like Gu worms observed by outsiders.
He went mad.
No one wishes to know their life is a farce, a cruel experiment.
He chose to rebel once more.
He would fight.
He would defy.
"I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled! One day, my descendants will break the formation. You foreign spirits will be wiped out. The stars outside this world shall run red with your blood!"
The dying cries of fallen human heroes still echoed in his ears.
Wang Nixian raised his head, eyes burning as he stared at the nine beings outside the world.
"Today, Wang would rather die standing than live kneeling!"