An endless darkness. A high platform stood within.
Staring at the massive tome before him, Wang Ping was overcome with a swirl of emotions. ’So my cheat system only activates after I die, and it didn’t even give me a heads-up.’
’If it had told me sooner, wouldn’t I have died sooner?’
But his expression soon turned to one of pure ecstasy.
After all, what was the point of transmigrating if you didn’t have a cheat? Checking out his new ability was far more important than wallowing in sentimentality. This was his ticket to survival.
’Let’s see...’
Wang Ping slowly stepped forward. His gaze fell upon the script on the page, and he found he couldn’t look away. A massive amount of information was forcibly poured into his mind.
It was an incredible experience. The information pouring into his mind was automatically integrated and categorized. It was as if this knowledge and intelligence weren’t foreign to him at all. He felt like he had mastered it long, long ago, only to have been forced to forget. Now, he was simply remembering it all.
"HUFF... HAH!"
A moment later, Wang Ping braced himself with his hands on the ground, panting for breath. Sweat dripped from his brow as the intense emotions and memories gave him a splitting headache.
But thanks to the influx, he remembered.
This place was the inner space of the Taiping Scripture. To put it bluntly, it was a Morgue. It was a fitting place for a "dead man" like him.
In short, the scripture’s ability was "settlement." When the holder personally experienced an "Event" involving the hearts of the people, destiny, and public sentiment, they could use the scripture to absorb the corpse of the "Event’s Protagonist." The corpse would then be transformed into a usable Scripture Scroll to empower the holder.
For example, the current [Scroll One: Outer Heaven Demon].
’Using my transmigration as the "Event," it then created the Outer Heaven Demon Scripture Scroll... Does this mean I absorbed my own corpse from before I transmigrated?’
The effect of the resulting Scripture Scroll was also excellent.
’Resurrect once after death, with a seven-day cooldown, and I can even choose a different world... Does this mean this thing is the culprit behind my transmigration?’
A realization dawned on Wang Ping.
Judging by its effects, he had probably obtained this cheat system back on Earth. He had died, randomly transmigrated, and ended up in this dump of a place, Da Shun.
Wang Ping was instantly thrilled.
He had been here for twenty years, living half his life in mediocrity. No one knew better than him that the whole idea of "transmigrators are destined for greatness" was complete bullshit.
’If you couldn’t even make it on Earth, what makes you think you can just take off after transmigrating?’
If he could go back, who would want to stay in this dump?
Although his long-overdue cheat had finally activated and would let him resurrect after death, the cooldown period significantly reduced the resurrection’s value.
’Seven days? The trail will be ice-cold by then!’
’And how is one time enough? A hundred would be more like it. It’d be even better if I could rewind time after resurrecting... that would open up so many more possibilities.’
’Even without that, just give me a plus sign to upgrade things.’
Wang Ping grumbled for a while before fixing his gaze on the Taiping Scripture. He began to read the Outer Heaven Demon Scripture Scroll word for word.
"...There’s no option for Earth," Wang Ping sighed.
According to the mechanics of the Outer Heaven Demon, Earth apparently didn’t count as a "world he had been to," so his options were actually quite limited.
’I can only take a gamble and randomly transmigrate to a new world.’
At this thought, Wang Ping’s expression soured. ’If I’m lucky, I’ll transmigrate to a safe world and can just lie low for seven days until the cooldown is over.’
’If I’m unlucky, I’ll drop right into a disaster zone or onto a battlefield. I’d be dead on arrival.’
Wang Ping hated entrusting his life to luck.
Of course, there was another option: resurrect and stay in the Da Shun Dynasty. However, that created an unavoidable problem:
’I just died. Who knows how this resurrection mechanic works? If it’s an on-the-spot revival, won’t I run right into the soldiers who killed me?’
"Hooo..."
Wang Ping let out a long breath. Finally, gritting his teeth, he walked up to the massive tome and looked at [Scroll One: Outer Heaven Demon]. Two lines of script were written upon it:
[Pierce the Primal Void, open the Ancestral Aperture to the Mystic Womb.]
[Where Light fills the Void Chamber, this gate shall lead to the Grotto Heaven.]
Glittering with golden light, the characters—written in a script like soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes—arranged themselves to the left and right. Finally, they transformed into a majestic portal, as if inviting him to step through.
"...Damn it."
Wang Ping gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and paced back and forth for a full half hour. He didn’t finally make up his mind until a pang of hunger shot through his stomach.
There was no helping it; the Morgue clearly didn’t serve meals.
If he stayed, he would either starve to death or have to gamble on not being instantly killed upon arrival. Wang Ping quickly abandoned his pointless indecision.
"...I’ll risk it!"
Wang Ping strode forward and pushed his way through the portal.
The next second, a golden radiance consumed Wang Ping’s vision. It was like the slow caress of a gentle hand, or the passing of Weifeng.
An indescribable sensation, like sinking into a hot spring, then washed over Wang Ping’s entire body. It was warm and comforting, utterly intoxicating. At the same time, his senses of sound, touch—all five of his innate senses—faded away one by one, as if he were returning to the womb.
He didn’t know how long had passed before he was jolted back to awareness.
He still couldn’t see anything. Before him was only a hazy, illusory expanse of glittering gold. But faintly, he could hear voices coming from somewhere very close:
"Did you hear about the big incident in the sect recently?"
"Of course. It was at the Immortal Formula Institute, right? I heard something went wrong with the Shennong Cauldron. A Spirit Pill went berserk and almost blew up the furnace. A lot of people were punished."
"You can say that again."