For countless eras, Ye Tian remained invincible.
He sat above the heavens, on a throne forged with the laws of reality, his gaze piercing through worlds and stars as if they were mere grains of sand. No force, whether demonic or celestial, dared rise against his name.
Great Spiritual Saint.
The title was not just a name: it was the absolute truth of the universe in which he lived. There was no one left who could rival him—not even time.
And that... was a problem.
"How boring," Ye Tian muttered, resting his head in his hand as he stared into the starry void. "Eternity is truly... unbearable."
After countless eras of dominance, his thirst for challenges had evaporated. Battles? He won with a glance. Tribulations? He dispelled them with a wave of his hand. The universe? A backyard for his will.
It was then, in his great wisdom and madness, that he had a bold idea: reincarnation.
To create a matrix that would seal his soul and launch his consciousness into a new body, a fresh start—reviving the struggles, the pains, and the triumphs of cultivation.
In the center of his Celestial Palace, surrounded by his six most loyal disciples, Ye Tian activated the formation.
It was a breathtaking sight: cosmic laws trembling, the very heavens bowing in respect. The runes of the reincarnation matrix glowed gold, enveloping Ye Tian in blinding light.
It was at that moment, in the final instant, that his second disciple, Zhao Wusheng, cried out:
"M-master! Wait! I... I've discovered! There are higher realms! The martial path doesn't end here!"
Ye Tian froze.
The world seemed to stop for a moment.
"…What?" His voice sounded incredulous.
"Yes! There is the Upper Realm! Cultivators who surpassed the Great Spiritual Saint! I found records!"
The runes were already complete. The power of the matrix was absolute. There was no stopping it now.
Ye Tian looked at Zhao Wusheng, his eyes burning with cosmic fury.
"ZHAO WUSHENG, YOU ANIMAL! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THIS SOONER?!"
His screams echoed through the heavens, causing stars to explode and planets to tremble.
But it was useless.
With one final cry of indignation, Ye Tian was consumed by the golden light of the matrix, his body disintegrating into millions of spiritual fragments.
Thus, the most powerful cultivator of his universe vanished.
...
In a distant corner of the vast Multiverse, in a world forgotten by time itself, a baby cried.
His name? Ye Tian.
The new journey... had begun.