The world beneath him should have been trembling.
Long Xingchen stood alone upon the peak of the Ninth Heaven Sacred Mountain, the highest point of the cultivation world. Storm clouds swirled below his feet, the air humming with suppressed cosmic pressure. His robes—simple black with faint silver threads—fluttered in a wind that did not exist, stirred only by his presence.
He should have been celebrating.
He should have been ascending.
He should have been stepping into immortality.
Instead—
He felt nothing but the heavy silence of a dead sky.
No Immortal Gate.
No celestial light.
No divine road descending in recognition of his millions of years of cultivation.
Just emptiness.
He raised his hand. The sky cracked. Dao patterns surged around him like constellations trembling before their emperor. Space twisted. Mountains split silently. Seas roared thousands of miles away.
But no matter how long he waited…
The heavens did not open.
"…So this is it," Xingchen whispered, his voice faint, like a man talking to a grave.
His white hair—a sign of countless years of life—fluttered as he exhaled. He stared at the sky that remained cold, unresponsive, sealed.
"I've reached the peak of this world, yet the realm above refuses to exist."
He closed his eyes, feeling the last embers of his lifespan flickering out.
And the memories came.
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THE FIRST LIFE — EARTH
Earth. Modern lights. Cars. Highways shimmering with heat. Skyscrapers wreathed in early morning fog.
His family.
His bloodline.
Everything bright.
And then—
The "accidents".
First his parents. Their car crushed beneath a truck whose driver mysteriously vanished.
Then his older brother's plane "malfunction".
Then his little sister's fall from a hotel roof.
Then his friends crushed under a falling container at a construction site.
And his lover—
Xingchen's breath wavered.
Lin Yuerou.
Gentle voice. Kind eyes. Silly smile. The girl who believed in him when the world turned dark.
Until the night a young master from the capital cornered her in a hotel suite. The surveillance camera captured her last moments—tears, fear, and a quiet smile before she stabbed herself to preserve her dignity.
He had buried her with trembling hands.
He did not forgive himself.
He died last, buried alive by the Qin family's men. As dirt filled his lungs, he heard their heir's voice:
"Your Long family? Your whole bloodline exists only to be stepped on by mine."
Darkness.
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THE SECOND LIFE — ANCIENT CULTIVATION WORLD
He awakened not in hell, but in a world of swords and spirit energy.
He was an orphan.
Nameless.
Alone.
But his talent was monstrous.
He cultivated faster than geniuses of ancient sects.
He pierced through realms like a falling star.
He slaughtered armies and destroyed tyrants.
He crushed sects that tried to erase him.
He became a monarch.
Then a legend.
Then the strongest mortal to ever live.
And still—
He could not break through.
The Immortal World was missing.
The Divine Realm was gone.
Ancient dynasties and sects erased from the river of time.
All records shredded as if cut out with cosmic scissors.
He had thought it was his fault.
That he was not talented enough.
That his Dao was flawed.
But now, with death approaching, he finally saw the truth:
"The sky itself… is broken."
A sealed universe.
A mutilated history.
A cultivation path with no destination.
His laugh carried the sorrow of epochs. "I cultivated for millions of years… only to die like this?"
His soul flickered.
His vision dimmed.
His body, stronger than mountains, began to crumble.
Memories of his first life—his family, Yuerou, his friends—flooded him again.
Memories of regrets, of helplessness, of regrets that survived millions of years.
"I just wanted… one chance to change everything…"
His soul began to scatter into motes of fading light.
And then—
A sound like a cosmic bell vibrated through the void.
DING.
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THE SYSTEM AWAKENS
> [Temporal boundary reached.]
[Host: Long Xingchen.]
[Two lives completed. Regret level: MAX.]
[Searching for unbroken timeline… Found.]
[Initiating: Supreme Time-Sign Samsara System.]
A blinding force grabbed his disintegrating soul.
The river of time cracked open—
He glimpsed impossible things:
Ancient dynasties burning without sound.
Immortal cities collapsing into powder.
Divine continents ripped out of history as if erased by a giant hand.
A grey mist swallowing entire civilizations.
Erased Heavens.
The term cut through him like a blade.
A cold, mechanical whisper echoed:
> [Do you want to know the truth?]
[Do you want to revive what was erased?]
[Do you want to return to the moment before your family died… and rewrite fate?]
Long Xingchen did not hesitate.
"Yes."
The universe inverted.
Darkness rushed in.
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BACK TO THE FIRST LIFE
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The sterile smell of hospital disinfectant pierced his consciousness.
He opened his eyes.
White ceiling.
Fluorescent lights.
A familiar hospital gown on his chest.
A trembling voice spoke.
"X… Xingchen?"
He turned his head.
His mother—Su Yanyu—stood there, tears shimmering, covering her mouth in disbelief. His father, Long Tianhai, stood behind her, eyes red despite his stiff composure.
"…Mom? Dad?"
His voice cracked. His soul shook.
They were alive.
Warm.
Real.
He didn't deserve this miracle, but it was his.
His mother collapsed into tears. "Doctor! Doctor, he's awake!"
His father placed a shaking hand on Xingchen's head. "Son… Welcome back."
The door burst open.
"Move! I'm his older brother!"
Long Haoxuan stormed in, grinning.
A second figure rushed behind him—his little sister, Long Qianyu. "Big Brother!"
Xingchen stared at them, his heart squeezing.
"Brother… Sister…"
He had buried both of them with his own hands in the last life.
But here they were. Laughing. Fighting. Alive.
This time… I won't let anyone take you away.
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THE FIRST NIGHT — AND THE SYSTEM AWAKENS
Later, after being discharged, he lay in his familiar bedroom.
Game posters. Textbooks. An old basketball in the corner.
His phone lit up.
> Lin Yuerou:
Are you okay? Auntie said you came home.
Don't scare me like that…
His chest tightened.
She was alive.
She was safe.
Untouched by the filth waiting in the shadows.
He typed back slowly.
> Let's talk tomorrow. I want to see you.
Her reply was instant:
> Okay. Rest early, okay?
He put the phone aside and whispered:
"…System."
Nothing.
"…Supreme Time-Sign Samsara System."
Silence.
He closed his eyes, focusing deep inside his soul.
There—a spark.
The instant his consciousness touched it—
DING.
> [System reboot complete.]
[Welcome, Host.]
---
THE FIRST SIGN-IN
Xingchen's pulse quickened.
"Can I sign in now?"
> [Yes. Location recognized: Rebirth Anchor Point.]
[Initiating Day 1 Mega Sign-In Reward Pack.]
He held his breath.
DING! DING! DING!
The room vibrated with invisible force.
> [Reward 1: 100 BILLION Yuan.]
A sleek black bank card materialized on his bedside table.
> [All funds distributed across untraceable system-shielded accounts.]
[Source: legally fabricated economic gaps and corrected financial noise.]
Long Xingchen stared at the card and exhaled slowly.
"In my second life, I cultivated for millions of years… but I never held this much earthly wealth."
He lifted the card.
Money was power in this world.
With this, he could save his family.
Destroy the Qin clan.
Build his own forces.
DING!
> [Reward 2: Heaven-Defying Body Refining Technique.]
Knowledge flooded his mind—ancient runes, pulsing meridians, buried nodes in the mortal body.
This technique—far beyond anything he cultivated even in the ancient world—was designed for worlds with weak energy.
Perfect for Earth.
DING!
> [Reward 3: Fragment of an Erased Heaven.]
A tiny golden shard appeared in his palm.
Cold.
Weightless.
Terrifying.
The air around it distorted, as if space feared it.
The moment he touched it, a talent ignited inside him—something powerful, dormant, ancient. His potential surged.
The system warned:
> [Do not speak its name aloud while weak.]
Xingchen nodded grimly.
This fragment… was connected to the vanished Immortal World.
DING!
> [Reward 4: One Free Time Travel Token.]
A glowing coin-like object appeared beside the card.
> [Allows one jump to any erased dynasty or lost sect.]
[No cost. Duration: 1 month.]
[Second-life peak cultivation usable twice.]
Xingchen smiled for the first time in two lives.
"Good. Very good."
With this… he could begin.
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THE OATH OF THE DRAGON
He tightened his fist.
"This time… I refuse to be powerless."
He looked outside—city lights blinking like stars trapped in glass.
"This time… my family lives."
His eyes hardened.
"This time… Lin Yuerou will not die."
His soul burned.
"And this time… Qin family…"
His voice was low, dangerous, ancient.
"…I will show you what a Dragon can do."
Above him, the system interface shimmered faintly—like a curtain waiting to be drawn back.
> [Main Mission Unlocked:]
"Unravel the Chronicle of the Erased Heavens."
Long Xingchen inhaled deeply, stood up, and stepped toward the balcony as dawn began to touch the horizon.
"A broken heaven. A stolen future. A buried truth."
He looked up.
"Fine. If the Immortal World has been erased—"
His eyes shone like stars.
"—I'll resurrect it myself."