Novel & Cerita Reincarnation Of Strongest Sword God

Leyte found it a bit funny. "This is the serious part of the discussion. Remember what we are before going to the Underworld?" Leyte and the old man quietened down as they answered in their hearts. They were dead people. Hana said, "The goddess told me that there's no way for souls to go back to Earth as souls. We have to get reincarnated. The goddess added, because it's quite urgent and we almost couldn't survive from the attacks, she just brought us out to our former world and reincarnated us straight into Anitos - that way we could survive. It's just that to become an Anito, a person normally would have to gather believers and become a well-known name first before ascending to the lowest

The doctor said as Damien stood aside and watched the her stretched out to a room. Ashley, Mr. And Mrs. Blake followed while Damien stood there and looked around the place. When no one was there a figure appeared beside him, "Lord god!" The First Elder bowed. "Why are you here?" Damien looked at him and asked faintly. "As you ordered, Your souls from the world has been retrieved with your holy sword, except for the one in this world!" The First Elder bowed and reported. "Good! I will be there after taking care of things here. You can leave!" He said as The first Elder bowed once again before the whole place returned to what it was before.

Memories of my ancestors invaded my brain. Thousands of images remained impregnated in my memory, revealing what Sokaris said... I was the reincarnation of Suicune, the goddess of the northern winds. I looked into Sokaris’s icy blue eyes and said, “You shouldn’t be here. You must go.” “I will not leave without you, my love.” “I can’t go with you. My duty is to be here. I am responsible for these people now, as you are responsible for the darkness and the dead. You must go.”

I gasped, panic clawing at my throat. "The sword recognizes its master," he said. "This is the body of the goddess Athena, and your soul now resides within it." His words felt like a blow. A goddess? A sword? Another body? None of this made sense. I reached for the sword again, determined to prove—or disprove—whatever they believed about me. This time, my fingers closed around the hilt. A wave of energy coursed through me, not as jarring as before but no less powerful.

He fought to push down his anger and calmed himself. “How strong is he?” Dustin asked calmly. Clearly, Gary had told him to find Tristan to get him killed. “Very strong!” Lord Barbenheim’s face grew serious. “Twenty years ago, he was already known as the world’s best swordsman and was nicknamed the Sword Saint! “During the Fox family incident, he took a sword manual from them. After twenty years of training, his strength is beyond measure. Some say he may have reached the level of Five Supremes or even surpassed that.”

Rage! I had no idea in my past life!! I fucking had no idea!! Why my strong wolf Lena became the weakest wolf.. The Universe wanted me dead by all means.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

All these made me fidget as I brainstormed. “Roan, Are you okay?” Boris inquired as he placed his right hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine, it’s just… it’s,” I stuttered. “Hey, I understand. I mean, none of us ever thought you’d be back. There’s absolutely no need for an explanation. You died and somehow the Moon goddess brought you back, that’s all that matters now,” He rubbed my laps gently while he sobbed. Something weird happened right then. I felt the connection between Boris and I, but I couldn’t explain how. It was somewhat mystical. Maybe my wolf still dominates the body.

"Not by destroying your enemies. They destroy themselves eventually. You win by building something they can never touch. You win by being happy despite them. That's the revenge they can't survive." Her face softened. "Live well. Love deeply. Create beauty. Help others rise. That's the victory. That's how you're reborn." The video ended. The three of us stood there crying. Even Aria. Especially Aria. "I wish I'd known her," Aria whispered. "You do know her," I said. "She's in you. In all of us. Her strength. Her wisdom. Her choice to heal. That's all passed down." Aria wiped her eyes. "I'm glad I didn't have to survive what she survived. But I'm grateful she survived it so I could be free."

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre