Rebirth Of Urban Immortal Cultivator Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Declan glanced around at his classmates with a proud expression. “Miss Katherine, this is called the Spirit Petrification Elixir. I bought it from a wandering cultivator back home. Miss Katherine, this pill is only meant for a Martial Marquis. This would not have any effect on cultivators below that level, but for anyone that’s a Martial Marquis and above, they will experience a rebirthing effect. ‘A rebirthing effect?’ everyone wondered. The room was in an uproar as everyone seemed more in shock than before. Katherine was already a Level One Martial Marquis, but after taking this pill with the rebirthing effect, she would become even more intimidating.

Although most of them came from poor families in small human villages within the Desolate North, they had been educated enough by their parents and seniors to know what being a ‘cultivator’ meant. Cultivators are revered and respected! Cultivators are the strongest humans! Cultivators are the blades and protectors of humankind! “Senior Immortal,” one of the girls shouted, her eyes shining with fanaticism. “Thank you for saving us!” The middle-aged man with white brows turned to her with a grin. “I am named Chu Jiu. You can call me Big Brother Jiu! ” “Waah! Thank you, Big Brother Jiu!”

And he did gulp the newborn babe whole. However, what Cronos didn’t expect was that Devour was going to help Zeus, instead of killing him. The skill devoured the impurity in Zeus’ blood and awakened his Universe granted skill – Perpetual Rebirth. Unlike Universal Delay, Perpetual Rebirth didn’t need millennia to awaken. It awoke instantly. But just like Universal Delay, its awakening was unique. And the first thing it did was to cancel Zeus birth, effectively killing the babe!

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

What are rules of the game? Zaphyra- Each god or goddess choses a champion. The champions live normal lives until one is killed early. Then they meet their god or goddess, who give them a chance to be reborn. Each being gets reborn 3 times. Each life they are given one help by their god or goddess. Iris- Yeah, the help would have been nice before my last life.

Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it. The figure stirred, weak and scarred, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the mountains outside. Weeks of uncertainty had passed since a daring rescue pulled her from the inferno that had consumed her previous life. Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished.

Let's go warn my father. As they started to make their way through the trees, images entered Sophia's mind: how she had wished things might have been different, what would have happened if he'd never met Kael, what would happen if somehow they could start all over, like it used to be. "Sophia, focus," Ash cut in. "We need to hurry. They quickened their pace after that, avoiding branches and scrub. The moonlight illuminated the path ahead yet somehow gave the shadows a deeper darkness than before. The air was thick with tension to Sophia, and she could sense the storm ready to break.

The Nether Spawns couldn't make it anymore, and they even started to show signs of corruption. The old man didn't get what was going on. They were supposed to be immortal, unless they reincarnated as humans. How could they possibly be refined by a disciple from an immortal sect! The statues had already shown miracles, and the heavens had started showing signs too. Weren't they helping them! The old man looked at the female cultivator who was still trying to kill them all. He shouted, "You really want to go down together like this? No one's going to get anything good out of it! None of the dead souls in all of Morrison Hollow will let you go!"

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

Halle did not respond, as a comatose person could not. Andrius composed himself and took her wrist, channeling a strand of true vitality to check her condition. Her body was a mess. Her life force was depleted, and her flesh, skin, and organs were all in a state of constant deterioration. Deterioration of that kind could not be stopped or reversed by ordinary means. However, things were different now. Since immortal cultivators went against the heavens, they naturally possessed the power to defy the heavens. With Andrius having broken through to the Hollow stage, curing Halle would not be difficult. Among the herbs he had seized from the Dark Demon Sect and Ethereal Tower, at least ten kinds