The Strongest Cultivator Is a System Maker!-Chapter 1 - - Reborn! [Rewrite!]

The Endless Void—a realm of boundless nothingness that stretches between all creations, universes, and realities.

The Absolute Void, Devoid of all things, even the basic law that all universes and realities should contain.

There is no Time.

No Space.

No Light.

No Darkness.

No Reality.

No Change.

Not Even The Endless Void itself truly existed, Totally Blank Space.

But now, this ageless stillness quakes as a battle of unfathomable power unfolds, each clash shaking the very foundation of existence.

Each strike of the Silver Power paints color into the Endless Void, giving it meaning and bringing a new reality into existence!

Each strike of the Red Power erases all existence, reducing everything back to the Absolute Void!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Two Absolute Existence beings collide in a struggle that bends the fabric of reality.

One, a humanoid figure covered in a radiant grey-silver aura, commands the Endless Void with terrifying authority.

His raised hand shines with blinding Silver Light, condensing into an infinite extended blade of Silver Light that surges forward with an infinite speed, unstoppable force in its wrath.

Opposing him is a colossal red orb, vast enough to dwarf entire universes. Pulsing with chaotic energy, it resists with all its might.

Conjuring an infinite universe with it Red Power instantly hopes to use them to stop the unfathomable power of The Silver Light Blade.

Shing!!!!!!!!!

DOOOOM!

The countless universe was cut in half and destroyed instantly all at once!

The Silver Light Blade did not even show a single sign of weakening.

With Its unfathomable power, it pierced into the body of the colossal Red Orb!

The colossal Red Orb gathered all its power to stop the Blade of Light from Pierce through its immense form!

Yet, despite its immense form, the orb falters, cracks spreading across its surface as it endures the relentless onslaught.

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The Blade of Silver Light slices deep into the red orb, erasing chunks of its Absolute essence with every second.

The orb trembles, its absolute existence core burning with a singular instinct—to survive.

For countless eons, it has existed as an embodiment of The Chaos Will, thriving in the numerous universes.

But now, the inevitability of its destruction looms closer.

BOOM!!!

The colossal red orb fractures into trillions upon trillions of fragments, each shard scattering across countless universes and realities beyond the Endless Void in a desperate attempt to preserve its existence.

Yet, even this act of survival is prevented. With a mere gesture, the grey-silver figure obliterates all the fragments, reducing them to nothingness.

A mournful growl echoes through the void, raw and wordless, as the red orb's existence flickers.

It cannot bear the thought of ceasing to exist. But its opponent has already seized its absolute existence core, the very foundation of its being. Life and death now rest entirely in the hands of the grey-silver figure.

The red orb's desperation swells. It transmits a final plea, offering servitude, humiliation—anything to avoid annihilation.

The grey-silver figure pauses, his radiant form betraying a trace of intrigue. "So, your mind is just little more than a human infant," he remarks, his tone sharp with both curiosity and doubt.

The red orb, humiliated and enraged, gathers its last reserves of Red Power. In a final act of defiance, it launches a suicidal attack, seeking to bring its opponent down.

The attempt is futile. With an effortless motion, the grey-silver figure seals the orb's movements entirely, locking it in place.

He speaks again, his voice quieter now, laced with understanding.

"You share the fate I once did—just another existence striving to defy the inevitability of the endless cycle." The gray-silver figure pauses for a moment, lost in thought.

"Though our paths differ—you embrace the law of the jungle to the extreme and I have overcome it by choosing to be unbound—I will grant you a chance, let's see how far you can go this time."

Without hesitation, he begins dismantling the red orb.

Its memories, power, and absolute existence authority are stripped away, leaving only its true existence core—the true soul—intact.

The red true soul screams as it doesn't want to die but there is no sound.

Hovered in the endless void, the true soul shines dimly, awaiting its uncertain future.

MC POV

I don't want to die! I need to breathe! Why am I in water? Where's the surface? Why can't I feel my hands? Someone, help me! I'm in pain!

Countless questions filled my mind, but no answers came. Only an endless, searing pain in my head.

Time stretched endlessly, and it felt like an eternity had passed before I was finally free from the suffocating, wet environment.

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. Everything was blurry, and my body felt... strange. Desperately, I tried to call for help.

"Waaaaa! Waaaaa! WAAAAA!?"

What the heck? A baby's cry? Wait... that's my voice. Did I just... cry like a baby? No, no, no! This can't be happening! Did I become a baby? How? Why?

Before I could process anything further, unfamiliar voices filled the air—a man and a woman speaking in a warm yet foreign language I couldn't understand.

Their words came rapidly, their tones carrying an urgency I couldn't grasp

I strained to understand them, but the language wasn't English.

Their words were completely alien to him, but the rhythm of their voices carried a strange, comforting familiarity.

"Lan Hengsheng....."

What's going on? Where am I? My mind raced, but my tiny body betrayed me. Exhaustion overwhelmed me, and despite my spiraling thoughts, my eyes slowly closed. Darkness claimed me once again.

5 years later

"Young Master, Mistress is calling you," the young maid said in a polite tone, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her true thoughts.

Lan Hengsheng noticed immediately—mockery hid behind her courtesy. He couldn't blame her. Just yesterday, the talent-identification ceremony had upended his life.

Lan Hengsheng, hailed as a prodigy since birth, was the pride of the clan. He spoke his first words at one month, walked by the second, and was reading books by six months

Such accomplishments made him a child prodigy of the clan, a new generation shining hope, destined to bring honor and glory. Expectations for his future soared to impossible heights.

Yet, the ceremony's result crushed those dreams. The truth struck like a bolt of lightning: Lan Hengsheng was born without a spirit core, the very foundation of cultivation.

Without it, he could not step onto the path of immortality, and the gates to cultivation were forever closed to him.

The clan's joy turned to scorn, and disappointment spread like wildfire. His parents' rivals in the clan, long waiting for an opportunity, would undoubtedly seize this chance to attack their standing.

The world Lan Hengsheng found himself in was nothing like Earth. Back on Earth, he had been a highly successful businessman, a multi-business owner whose financial empire guaranteed him a life of ease.

With wealth so vast he could spend millions daily without concern, he had retired young, ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor. But one moment, he had everything, and the next, he found himself reborn into this strange world.

At first, Lan Hengsheng thought he had traveled back to ancient China. The architecture, customs, and Eastern landscapes all pointed to it.

Yet this world contained wonders beyond anything his previous life could fathom. Here, immortal cultivators soared through the skies, wielding powers that bent the laws of nature.

He vividly recalled watching his father rise into the sky, a spectacle that shattered his assumptions and confirmed he was in a realm of cultivation—the kind of world he once thought existed only in novels.

The Lan Clan, into which Lan Hengsheng was reborn, was a prominent cultivator family situated in the heart of the Golden Pillar Continent. the southern metal flow plain region.

The clan boasted a massive network of more than ten thousand members living together, a testament to their strength and influence.

However, in this world, strength was everything, and Hengsheng's lack of a spirit core made him a weak link in their mighty chain.

Hengsheng rose from his study seat and followed the servant to his mother's chambers.

They passed through the lush garden, fragrant with blooming flowers, before arriving at the entrance to her room.

The servant stepped aside and lowered her head respectfully as a calm, feminine voice called out from within.

"Come in."

Hengsheng pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside. His mother her name is Wang Lianxue, a woman with long, flowing black hair and a poised demeanor, sat gracefully within the room. She radiated elegance, her youthful appearance belying the wisdom she carried.

A member of the Wang Clan—long-standing allies of the Lan Clan—she had come from a powerful lineage that shared territory under the Golden Sword Sect, the overlords of the continent.

"Mother." Hengsheng greets her with a polite posture.

"Sheng'er," she began softly, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I heard about what happened yesterday." She paused for a moment, trying to soothe her son.

"But do not let the words of others discourage you. The way of the heavens is mysterious. Even someone without a spirit core, like you, can achieve immortality. It has happened before."

She spoke with a gentle, reassuring tone, weaving tales of ancient immortals who, like him, were born without spirit cores yet defied all odds to ascend to greatness.

Such figures achieved immortality not only through unyielding determination but also extraordinary luck and rare opportunities—like discovering a legendary treasure capable of transforming a mortal into a cultivator.

Hengsheng listened quietly, absorbing his mother's words. He understood the immense difficulty of the path she described, but unlike others who might feel helpless in his situation, Hengsheng did not despair. He was not reborn empty-handed.

"Thank you, Mother, for caring about me. I will not let others' opinions close my path," he said, his voice calm yet resolute.

Hearing this, Lianxue felt a surge of pride at her son's unshaken will, though her heart ached as she knew the difficult road that lay ahead.

The thought of her son growing old and frail, unable to break free from mortality, made her chest tighten painfully.

She stepped forward and embraced him tightly, as if trying to shield him from the trials he would inevitably face.

After releasing him, she sent Hengsheng back to his study with a warm smile.

Hengsheng left his mother's chamber with a heart full of warmth. At least in this world, there was someone truly on his side. He muttered to himself.

"Not like those brats from yesterday. They called me 'Big Bro' all this time but flipped on me the moment they found out I didn't have a spirit core. I'll make them regret it someday!"

He clenched his fists briefly, but then let the anger go. They were just five-year-old kids. What did they know?

The real reason Hengsheng wasn't discouraged by the talent identification ceremony yesterday lay in a secret only he knew.

During the ceremony, when the spiritual qi of the artifact surged into his body to identify his core, it found nothing.

But instead of merely failing, the process triggered something far greater—something that had followed him through his reincarnation.

Returning to his room, Hengsheng firmly closed the door and instructed his servant not to disturb him.

He quickly sat down on his favorite mat, his gaze fixed on an invisible translucent screen only he could see.

It had been loading since yesterday.

A short while later...

[98%... 99%... 100%]

Ding!

[Make a wish.]

The Red word screen floats above his eye as it waits for his command.