1: Chapter 1 The First Sight of Immortals at the Awakening of Insects

Da Qi Kingdom, the head of the Six Peaks, Ziyang Mountain.

It was the Awakening of Insects, and spring thunder rumbled.

"Today, I am honored by your presence. This Shen is truly humbled."

Shen Moyan stroked his grizzled beard, and amidst the crisp clinking of wine cups, a gentle breeze rustled his ink-colored brocade robe.

He sat at the head seat, looking at the courtyard full of guests, his temples shining white in the morning light.

This Awakening of Insects day on Ziyang Mountain was not only the grand celebration of his seventieth birthday but also the best testament to his lifelong Jianghu legend.

Who exactly was Shen Moyan?

Heroes from all corners of the world and Jianghu powerhouses answered his call! They came solely for his birthday banquet!

Not to mention the current imperial court, even previous Great Qǐ Emperors celebrating their heavenly birthdays might not have been able to make the various Schools set aside their differences and come together to offer congratulations.

At this moment, with the spring breeze caressing his face, Shen Moyan was at the peak of his life.

He recalled that when he, Shen Moyan, Transmigrated to this world, he was just a young novice monk at Shaolin Temple.

In this life, he rose from a humble nobody, training relentlessly through winter and summer, defying all odds to establish his own School. Over seventy years, he achieved the status of Supreme Martial Artist.

"Supreme Martial Artist, unifying the Jianghu, may your blessings and longevity be boundless, and your achievements endure for a thousand autumns!"

"Achievements endure for a thousand autumns!"

The leaders of the many Schools present—the Beggars Gang, Shaolin, Five Peaks, Ice Palace, Tang Clan... the Five Mountains and Ten Sects—all offered their birthday wishes in unison.

The juniors on the steps below looked at him in the center with faces full of admiration.

The Five Peaks Sword Discussion, the Righteous vs. Demonic War, the invasion of barbarians... behind these legendary Jianghu events, there was always the shadow of this Supreme Martial Artist.

"Achievements endure for a thousand autumns!" The sound surged like a tide.

Listening to the unified blessings, Shen Moyan's brows relaxed.

Boom!—

Suddenly, a spring thunderclap rolled from the horizon, shaking the earthworms in the moss on the steps and making the copper bells on the eaves clang.

"Look at the sky! Such loud thunder!"

"Spring thunder rumbles, all things awaken, auspicious clouds appear, everything will go smoothly and as desired!"

"Look! There seems to be someone in that lightning!!"

Shen Moyan frowned slightly.

People, what kind of people could there be?

He considered his martial arts to be unmatched in the world; even if the former Demon Cult Leader were to be resurrected, he would be no match for him.

Even in the Great Qǐ Imperial Palace, he could walk with his sword on the steps and not bow in court.

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In this Great Qǐ Kingdom, no one more formidable than him was allowed to exist.

He circulated his True Qi, leaving the mansion ahead of the other martial arts experts and arriving at the mountaintop.

He saw that on the horizon, a bolt of lightning connected the sky and the earth.

That lightning glow was distorted by a force, reflecting in Shen Moyan's eyes.

Then, several earth-shattering Dao sounds descended grandly. Though the language was unintelligible, everyone understood their meaning:

[Gao Sheng! You despicable villain! How dare you use an Array Treasure to summon heavenly thunder from a small plane to strike me!]

[Fellow Daoist Zheng Quan, you jest. Compared to your All Beings Spirit Refining Grand Array back then, my methods are still somewhat lacking.]

[More talk is useless! If you want to fight, then fight!]

On Ziyang Mountain, the gathered heroes of the world were all greatly shaken.

Immortals! Those were Immortals!

On the mountaintop, Shen Moyan was now stunned, staring at the two figures in the sky, three words squeezed out from between his lips:

"Cultivators!"

How could this be! Didn't I Transmigrate to a Wuxia world?

In the distance, the battle between the Cultivators continued, paying no heed to the Mortals of this world.

Thousands of thunderbolts, like Dragons galloping, flashed across the sky, occasionally accompanied by the sharp cries of birds.

Then, a powerful Qi wave spread from the horizon. Shen Moyan's vision turned white, and he lost consciousness... Cold, very cold.

When Shen Moyan propped himself up and crawled from the scorched earth, this was the only sensation he felt throughout his body.

Shen Moyan's face was blank, his eyes empty, somewhat at a loss.

The air was filled with a smoky, burnt smell.

Including Ziyang Mountain, all the surrounding mountains had been leveled by that Qi wave.

Just now, at the birthday banquet, all the heroes, School masters, and young Prodigies were now dead, turned into charred lumps of charcoal.

Shen Moyan dragged his body, completely naked, limping across the scorched earth.

He was now skin and bones.

Looking at this hellish landscape, Shen Moyan's expression was dull, momentarily lost in thought.

Shen Moyan's wives and concubines, three sons, six grandchildren, close friends, and all his disciples on Ziyang Mountain had all ascended to heaven.

Only he, the Supreme Martial Artist, relying on his Physical Body, the strongest in the world, survived this calamity, barely clinging to his life.

"Is anyone else alive!"

His throat was like a broken bellows, exceptionally hoarse.

He looked up towards the direction of the Great Qǐ capital, but his pupils suddenly constricted.

He saw a broken, sky-piercing colossal pillar, penetrating the sea of clouds and plunging directly into the earth's surface.

Only when Shen Moyan clearly saw its outline did he suddenly realize.

That was a broken sword, a broken sword left by a Cultivator.

The sword body was as majestic as a mountain, sacred and inviolable.

A sword descending from the heavens had annihilated everything on the surface.

Just looking at the broken sword, Shen Moyan felt a stinging pain in his eyes, shedding tears of blood, and a voice in his heart told him to spontaneously kneel and worship.

Shen Moyan avoided the giant sword and walked along the path he once knew.

He walked aimlessly through every corner of the Great Qǐ Kingdom.

The once prosperous capital had been leveled into an empty space, with occasional scattered charred fragments falling from the sky.

The Xiaoxiao River, stretching for a thousand li, had been evaporated, and its riverbed, once difficult to explore, now revealed its true form.

The Five Peaks, once considered a wonder of the world where even Immortals would not tread, had collapsed into scattered chunks of earth.

Within two months, Shen Moyan walked out of the Great Qǐ Kingdom and ventured into the wilderness. The boundless grasslands had also become a desert, and all the tribes of his former enemies had vanished into thin air.

"Huh?"

"Haha... haha!!!! Wuu—"

Shen Moyan hunched his body, squatted on the spot, and could no longer suppress his emotions, letting them pour out freely.

The entire world, no, this entire plane, was left with only him.

Blood tears welled from Shen Moyan's eyes, and then he fell weakly to the ground.

Suddenly, snow fell from the sky, landing on the scarred earth, and the vast snow almost buried him.

"Alas! Seventy years of worldly renown, a grand dream that ended in nothing!" Shen Moyan mocked himself, his eyes hollow as he gazed at the gray sky.

I was practicing martial arts perfectly fine, how could Cultivators appear?

And where did those two Cultivators come from?

He had roamed the Jianghu for so many years, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, yet he had never heard of Cultivators existing in this world!

Money, fame, status, prestige, beautiful women—with a single sword strike from those two Cultivators, they were all but fleeting clouds, illusions in a mirror!

"Alas! A wasted life, how bitter! How bitter!!"

Shen Moyan muttered hoarsely.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late. Before this life ended, he finally understood that this world was a constraint. Otherwise, in the next life, he would have wasted time again.

That's right! From nothing to where he was now, Shen Moyan was favored by the heavens, possessing a rare treasure!

"As I Have Written!"

Shen Moyan silently chanted, and immediately, a phantom of a deep blue book floated before him.

With a thought, As I Have Written flipped open with a rustle, then quickly stopped on an inner page.

A light blue Bookmark, glowing, was precisely nestled in the heart of the book.

That Bookmark recorded Shen Moyan's information for this life.

[True Name: Shen Moyan]

[Race: Human Race]

[Realm: Peak of the Mortal Realm (Martial Dao)]

[Current Lifespan: 2.5 years (Dying state)]

[Current Skills: "Startling Swan Sword Art" (Self-created), "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill" (Thirteenth Layer), "Ziyang True Art" (Self-created Perfection), "Muscle" (Perfection), "Seven Injuries Fist" (Perfection), "Cold Ice Fierce Fire Palm" (Perfection), "Wind God Leg" (Perfection)...]

"As I Have Written," this was the name Shen Moyan gave to this book himself.

According to Shen Moyan's life trajectory in the world, this book would automatically record all his achievements and bring about peculiar effects.

[Existing Achievement: Otherworld Visitor (White) (Bookmarks accommodated 1/9)]

[Otherworld Visitor: Can accelerate adaptation to new things, photographic memory, absorbs everything, drawing on strengths from all sources.]

All achievements would be recorded on the Bookmark, with a total capacity for nine.

The Bookmark served as a fixed anchor point in life. As long as the Final Stroke was made and the Bookmark was not moved, all content written after the Bookmark would be treated as a draft, directly erased and rewritten.

At the same time, one could return to that fixed anchor point, start over, and live another life.

That's right, this was already Shen Moyan's second life; he had already lived one life in this world.

In his first life, he was an orphan, growing up in Shaolin Temple. He later left the mountain to return to secular life, relying on his impressive martial arts to establish a Gang in a small city, forming alliances and thriving, becoming somewhat famous throughout the Great Qǐ Kingdom.

Later, tired of the intrigue of the Jianghu, he chose to wash his hands of it, marry, and have children, living a very comfortable life.

But one night in his old age, an old enemy from his youth, the Ye Family, a man named Ye suddenly came knocking.

That man named Ye was very strong and also disregarded martial ethics, ambushing an old Senior like him. The Shen family unfortunately suffered a calamity of extermination.

It was at the moment of his death that this book, 'As I Have Written,' finally appeared.

This led to the second life of Shen Moyan, with his foresight and knowledge of all martial arts, seizing others' Opportunities, and uniting various Schools and forces.

He discussed swords with the Five Mountains and Ten Sects, dominating all directions. He participated in the Righteous vs. Demonic War, slaying the Demon Cult Leader. He expelled the barbarian Tartar, restoring the Great Qǐ's national prestige.

Ultimately, he was unstoppable, achieving the myth of a Supreme Martial Artist in this life.

[Final Stroke?]

"Final Stroke!"

Shen Moyan didn't hesitate for a moment, thinking in his heart.

He himself was the writer, using his life as ink to write his own unique legend!

[Final Stroke completed, this life's Awakening achievement—]

[Supreme Martial Artist (White)]

[All martial arts in the world are at your disposal, all perfected, complete and flawless.]

[When facing humanoid creatures, the probability of finding their weaknesses greatly increases.]

"Zheng Quan, Gao Sheng, thank you."

"For opening the door to a new world for me!"

Shen Moyan's expression was stern. He spread his arms towards the towering giant sword that pierced the clouds in the distance and roared:

"Take me as the brush! As I Have Written!"