The overthrow of the Republic is complete. The Separatist forces have been smashed, the Jedi Council nearly dominated, and the rest of the Jedi Order all but destroyed. Now absolute power rests in the iron fist of Darth Sidious - the cunning Sith Lord better known as the former Senator, now Emperor Palpatine. But more remains to be done. Pockets of Resistance in the galaxy must still be defeated and missing Jedi accounted for... and dealt with. These crucial tasks fall to Darth Vader. In turn, the Dark Lord has groomed a female lethal apprentice entrusted with a top secret mission to comb the galaxy and dispatch the last of her's Master's enemies, thereby punctuating the dark sides victory with the Jedis doom.

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin aka Star Dust and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Caleb is a Star Wars fan who died in his sleep. But while he thought to reach heaven or hell, a message appears before his eyes.


[System Activation: Star Wars Universe]

[Create your new body!]


* The main character is based on Khal Drogo (not GOT's one) https://swfanon.fandom.com/wiki/Khal_Drogo, I do not own the rights to the thumbnail image.


** I do not own any intellectual property in Star Wars.

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A group of friends traveling to a convention to reestablish friendships and catch up.

Caught in an unusual storm that leads to all of their deaths. They have been sent to the Universe of Star Wars.

Problem one, they were separate and awakened at different point in time.

Problem two, there friendship has not been strong enough to deal with the strain of a new world and its horrors.

Problem three, they were never good at working together in rp settings. With a different system to help them along there way, will friendships mend before it's to late.

Can the estranged friends put differences aside before it's to late. There is more in the worlds to deal with besides the Separatist and their various factions. The Banking clan and the Hutts are muscling about more than usual.

Lore can only help you so far.

Alexander the organizer and leader of the group is the last to awaken. Good news he awakens in a Jedi temple. Bad news his body has been suffering from a strange medical issue. Can his ancient Teacher bring him up to speed before the Council figure who she is?

Will Alex be able to defend himself and his friends who refuse to listen to reason. Let's find out in the unlikely story.


The Story is a personal contest between me and another writer. Below is the other story am competing with. The picture for the cover is not mine. All respects to the designer.

Resurrected as a Sith Lord: A Star Wars Story
Author: SnuglyWolf

Our MC Kylo Ray is a hardcore Star Wars Fan who was on his way home from a Star Wars meet up and died from a heat stroke being overweight and the sweltering summers heat.

Join Kylo as he journeys through the Star Wars Universe and becomes either the hope of all life throughout the Galaxy, or the one to bring it's downfall.

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Once they arrived at Bentheim, Ves and the people he brought along went to work. They booked one of the better convention halls in the center of Dorum to hold their second product this time.

It took a lot of effort to secure a booking on short notice. Coincidentally, a mech manufacturer that previously booked in the same period had shuttered its doors due to recent events.

"The ongoing war is making a lot of people concerned." Marcella explained as she met with Ves at the entrance of the enormous hall. "Business is going well for now, but a lot of influential people have started moving away from Bentheim."

That meant less customers and less demand. Ves hummed at the news. "Hm. Will it affect our opening?"

"You'll be seeing a lot less movers and shakers in the crowd. Instead, they're sending out their representatives. Therefore, take note in your presentation to who you are talking to. To reach the people holding all the money, you have to appeal to them through their reps."

The recent raids by the 3rd Imodris Legion terrified the entire Bentheim region. Magnates and wealthy families that contemplated moving out all pulled the trigger and left the volatile planet behind. This reordered the local power structure and disordered the local economy even further.

Still, despite all the doom and gloom pervading throughout the streets, life went on, and so did the mech industry. Press conferences continued to be held all the time for the mech designers that remained to introduce their new designs.

Not every mech designer got called up to serve. The Bright Republic knew that they would cripple their entire domestic mech industry if they did so. In general, they left aside those who contributed enormously on their own and those who already served in the previous wars.

Thus, even if most of the younger generation of mech designers disappeared from the market, the mech industry as a whole would still be able to stay aloft.

As they toured the empty hall, Marcella began to explain the recent situation. "This is a time of war. Though most of the news is kept from the public, the Republic is extremely concerned about Lady Amalia's legion. She hasn't shown up since the raids and that's a huge concern. The threat she poses is a lot more damaging to our confidence than actually showing up to attack a star system."

"In other words, she's hanging the 3rd Imodris Legion over our heads like a sword of Damocles?"

"Exactly so. Some mech manufacturers are thinking of winding down, while others are starting to stockpile rare resources. Prices have gone up by ten percent since the raids."

This was only the start. As the war progressed, prices would continue to skyrocket, bankrupting over half of the mech manufacturers based in the Bright Republic. This happened in the previous war and the wars before that. Ves knew that his company was in better shape than most. He deliberately set a high profit margin on his products in order to absorb a substantial spike in costs.

He could afford to do so because the LMC exclusively produced premium mechs. Though Ves recently developed an ambition to enter into the ultra-cheap bulk mech market, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the razor-thin margins as of yet. His company wasn't geared to compete on that level yet.

They finished touring the hall and Ves nodded in satisfaction at the open spaces. A high-end convention hall like this not only provided ample space to show off multiple mechs, it even offered a small-scale arena space to show off the live combat capabilities of their mechs.

Gavin met the pair near the arena. "Boss! This arena doesn't offer a lot of space, but the security screens are powerful enough to endure a full-powered blast from the Crystal Lord's chest laser! Why don't we hold a live duel?"

"A duel isn't the best way to showcase the Crystal Lord's strengths." Marcella retorted. "Just like the Blackbeak, the Crystal Lord is a mech that excels in battles of attrition. Let's not repeat the near-disastrous design duel that happened last time. The stakes are higher now."

The mech broker had a point. Laser rifleman mechs and the Crystal Lord in particular only showed their true value if they had time to wear down their opponents. Besides that, the arena barely provided a ranged mech like the Crystal Lord enough space to show off its mobility.

"This is the downside to booking a convention hall in the middle of the city. There are other halls in the outskirts that offer much more room to maneuver."

"Hm, what's done is done. We'll have a lot more trouble trying to attract people to attend our product reveal if we held it in the outskirts."

They decided not to display the prowess of their mechs in a duel. Instead, they planned to show off some of the features of the Crystal Lord through target practice and live demonstrations. The arena offered just enough space to do so safely.

Throughout the rest of the planning sessions, they also formulated how to conduct the rest of their product reveal. They needed to awe the crowd in more ways than one in order to justify the sticker price of their mechs.

Marcella laid out their priorities. "Our main job is to convince the crowd that the Crystal Lord brings enough value to the table to make the prices seem reasonable. Forget about the pricing schemes for the silver and gold label mechs, the 65 million base price for the bronze label Crystal Lords will definitely be met with ridicule."

Getting laughed at would be the worst thing that Ves could face in the upcoming press conference. He worked hard to earn some credibility in the business. Botching this presentation would ruin all that he worked for and land the LMC in a difficult position.

As they drew up some concepts and brainstormed some ideas to illustrate the Crystal Lord's appeal, a siren started to ring outside the streets. Their comms quickly started beeping in unison.

"It's an alert!"

"Are we under attack?!" Ves quickly asked.

"No." Marcella quickly shook her head. She was much more familiar with the local sirens than Gavin and Ves. "This is the secondary alert. It means that a star system nearby is being attacked at this very moment. The sirens are meant to bring us up to readiness in case the attack spills over to the Bentheim System."

Everyone turned grim at the news. "Is it the 3rd Imodris Legion?"

They all checked the news on their comms. "Information is scarce. The Republic is keeping a tight lid on the news. All they are saying is that the Coscos System is facing the combined might of two spaceborn mech regiments."

"The Coscos System!" Ves uttered in shock. "Isn't that the place where most of the high-grade fuels are refined?"

Marcella nodded. "It hosts a vital strategic fuel refinery works that processes the rare materials from several rich gas giants. It's essential to the Mech Corps and they are usually guarding it tightly."

"Perhaps. But will it be enough to repel two Vesian spaceborn mech regiments at once? And what is the rest of the 3rd Imodris Legion doing?"

The worst possible news could be that this might all be a distraction for a larger move. This was why Bentheim sounded out those sirens. The authorities tasked with guarding them didn't have a clue where the Vesians struck next.

"Don't fret too much, Ves. The Vesians don't have the numbers to threaten Bentheim. The odds of an attack here is rather minimal. Without spaceborn mechs, the remainder of the legion can only strike lightly-defended planets with only a basic garrison of spaceborn mechs."

Ves already knew that. He fretted not because he thought that Cloudy Curtain happened to form one of those lightly defended systems. If Lady Amalia chose to do so, she could easily send out an entire regiment to overwhelm the rural planet's feeble mechs and turn all of its industries into ash and smoke.

The only reason why he hadn't fallen into a full-blown panic was because he knew that Cloudy Curtain was too small-time for the Vesians to bother to commit to such an attack. It didn't make too much sense to risk an attack on a planet that hosted only a single medium mech manufacturer.

They spent a couple of hours in relative silence. Ves and the rest of the workers continued to plan out their press conference, but they toned down some of the fanfare. It would be in poor taste to hold an upbeat press conference right after a major attack.

News began to trickle out after more than half a day of silence. The Vesians had been repelled, but some of the refinery complexes that orbited the gas giant suffered grievous damage.

The Mech Corps muffled everything else. No one knew how many refineries sustained damage and whether the Republic could salvage them in a short amount of time.

Though the Bright Republic sourced its fuels from many sources, the Coscos System happened to be one of the biggest and most developed site due to its proximity to the Bentheim System. Crippling it would certainly disrupt the supply of fuels to mechs and ships.

This was bad news for Ves and the LMC, as both of their product lines ran on fuel instead of energy cells.

"The demand for fuel-based mechs won't collapse overnight." Marcella consoled Ves. "It might be a little more difficult than usual to convince buyers to opt for your mechs, but this is a temporary condition."

The Bright Republic wasn't stupid. Even though it invested heavily in the refineries at the Coscos System, they established many smaller refineries in other star systems. Furthermore, they also spent a substantial sum to import them from states blessed with an abundance of fuels.

Ves kept up with the news even after they finished the planning session. At night, he stayed up late browsing the news portals for any scrap of information they could squeeze out.

The news sounded pretty bad, but at least it hadn't gone worse. The Bright Republic estimated it could bring back its refineries to full capacity within half a year. Of course, this only held up if the Vesians didn't attempt to strike them again.

In order to guard against another attack, the Mech Corps quietly considered whether they should allocate some of their forces to the Coscos System.

Through news like this, Ves understood what the 3rd Imodris Legion was really after. "They weren't serious in destroying the fuel refineries at Coscos. They want to exploit the current shortcomings in the defensive strategy opted by the Mech Corps."

This wasn't anything complicated. The Mech Corps could never spare the mechs and manpower to defend every desolate star system that fell within the Republic's borders. Instead, they chose to concentrate their mech regiments in a handful strategic star system, and deployed some of their forces to reinforce a nearby star system that fell under attack.

There was much to be criticized about this lackluster strategy. Though well-defending systems like Bentheim enjoyed an abundance of protection, many other star systems like Cloudy Curtain needed to rely on gangs or a handful of volunteer militia to keep out the troublemakers.

Reinforcements often came late or not at all. In the previous wars, many star systems burned due to the lacking response of the Mech Corps.

Still, as bad as it sounded, adopting other strategies would inevitably lead to worse outcomes. The danger of spreading out forces increased the odds of letting them be defeated in detail. It would be trivially easy for the Vesians to concentrate their invasion fleets and stomp the inadequately defended star systems one by one.

The Mech Corps constantly grappled with this recurring dilemma, and even though they sustained a lot of criticism over the years, they never budged from their stance.

It was not as if they resigned themselves to be a punching bag. During the previous wars, they sometimes raided the Vesian star systems in return, thereby exploiting the same gaps in their defenses.

Still, that had nothing to do with him. All Ves should be concerned about at this moment was to find a way to push his product onto the market.

"In two days, the market will get to know of my new product."

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy!

In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war!

Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings.

Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond!

His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm! However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation!

With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits.

This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last?

"Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!"

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Eriadu was the fourth planet of the Eriadu system; inventive naming convention, that. Only a little bit smaller than Earth or Coruscant, it had the same standard gravity due to above-average deposits of heavy metals. It had fewer seas, a lot more in the way of mountains, and the rest was covered by a semi-industrial urban area. Whatever forests or grasslands had once existed, they had long since been swallowed by human expansion, and the planet was polluted enough to look like a dull grey orb from space. Despite a population of twenty-two billion, its urban sprawls were an order of magnitude less densely populated than Earth's simply because they covered thirty times as much total area. That, along with much more efficient and reliable technology, and transportation that required neither tracks nor roads made living there far more pleasant than one would expect. The planet's citizens were also fairly rich, their massive factories producing consumer electronics and mid-quality textiles by the gigatons every year.
Or so I was told. According to my Robotic Autonomous Tutor, a twelve-year-old girl had no business getting off-ship when she had a ginormous amount of material to study. Kuati noble families were among the premier shipbuilders and merchants in the galaxy, and they did not believe academies or any form of standardized education was good enough for their children. As the Andrim family was one of the ten oldest, richest, and most influential noble lines in Kuat, I was to remain in the spaceship for the foreseeable future, followed by Ratty the tutor-droid everywhere for twelve hours a day. Mummy Kuat had been lost to pirates several years before and Daddy - Captain Andrim - had finally decided to take his daughter along on an "educational voyage" to keep her out of trouble and ensure she'd get a proper education. From what I'd seen from Astra Andrim's personal effects (five hundred and sixty two pairs of shoes? Really?) it had been a good decision. Unfortunately, it was yours truly that had to live with the consequences.
Thus I had been taught about the Eriadu system, its position as a junction of several hyperspace lanes - the most important of which being the Hydian Way and the Rimma Route. That its innermost planet was a ball of molten rock smaller and hotter than Mercury, the two volcanic planets that followed had yet to be mined due to their high surface temperatures and the relatively costly mining droids such operations would require, that the fifth planet was a gas giant with seven moons where Tibanna extraction was slowly ramping up, and that there was a sixth planet far to the edge of the system that was as cold and useless as Pluto. All that information and a dozen pages more, all useful to a budding merchant princess. Naturally, I'd also confirmed my own less economically useful but far more significant knowledge about this place; yes, the Tarkin family lived there. Yes, the youngest scion was looking forward to a military career as a stepping stone towards politics and eventually governing the system when the previous Governor Tarkin retired.
Leaving the words and images in Astra's... my datapad's screen to scroll by unseen, I wondered what, if anything, I should do about that knowledge. A few minutes and a couple prompts from Ratty later, my inability to do anything about Tarkin and his future atrocities registered; I could barely escape my robotic tutor's attention after all. It had taken me the whole trip to Eriadu, all four days of it, to work through the hysteria and accept this entire situation was too real to be a nightmare or a hallucination. It took only minutes after the first confirmation of my setting knowledge to understand how helpless I really was.
The Star Wars galaxy was large. Really, truly, humongously large. No, it wasn't any larger than the Milky Way... but it was inhabited to a far greater extent. There were a million planets passing the billion inhabitant mark, ten times as many that had any sort of interstellar trade, and forty times as many outposts, single-town colonies, and remote stations. The Republic was so large that being a successful interstellar trader required a million pages' worth of background knowledge just to be aware of the various ports you could do business in, and the Hyperspace routes were so complex that after a thousand generations of trading, the government itself did not have anywhere close to complete maps. In a civilization of that magnitude a single individual was utterly insignificant unless, through sheer damn luck followed by great ability and years of effort, they became famous enough to influence anything beyond planetary scale. Foreknowledge or no, simply getting noticed by someone important might be the result of a decade-long effort.
Sighing, I forgot about Tarkin and returned to my lessons. I had to learn a great deal before I could even risk moving around the ship, let alone influencing anything beyond personal scale.

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As luck would have it (or was that the Force?), I retained a great deal of the girl's rudimentary knowledge. Remembering how to read and write Aurebesh - the common trade language - came within only a few hours. Math was largely the same, even if what was University-level courses back on Earth were basic knowledge for anyone in a technical job in Star Wars. Where I would have truly been lost without little Astra's hazy memories was Physics, Biochemistry, and Information Tech. Not only was the Star Wars universe millennia more advanced than anything back on Earth, the sciences themselves were different. Sure, the natural laws and basic principles themselves were the same - but only in general. The existence of Hyperspace alone complicated things immensely. In theory, it was an entirely different dimension with no bearing on the physical realm... as long as matter from it was not physically present. And millions of years of various civilizations using hypermatter in their star-drives, ship reactors, and weapons meant that significant amounts of it had been brought into reality. Concentrations of it created hyperspace anomalies, places where natural laws worked differently. Use of it in machines to cheat Einstein and Newton enabled cheap interstellar flight to begin with. And its effects all over the galaxy had resulted in the large-scale formation of natural metamaterials with properties that would give scientists back on Earth aneurysms. Memories not my own allowed me to navigate the complexities of a physics system full of situational exceptions, exceptions that no model could predict before some prospector in a newly explored backwater world literally stumbled upon.
In some ways though, the weird science the Star Wars universe was full of made things easier. I wasn't going to be some science Jesus that had to show to an entire Galaxy how stupid they were for not getting physics right, or for developing technology in outright stupid ways - more stupid than a thousand years of executive meddling from corporate masters that weren't scientists had made things, anyway. Discovering why things were the way they were was even fun. Also, learning new names for substances and phenomena I already knew of back on Earth was a good puzzle.
Heretical as it might seem, being a teenager again was a good thing. Astra Andrim had a good head when she decided to use it. While she knew a great deal about make-up, fashion, and alien cats, she knew just as much about ships. Daddy Andrim would probably be disappointed if he wanted her to become a merchant princess, but she would have had a good chance as an engineer. Not for the first time, I wondered if whatever unfathomable force (or Force) had brought me to the Star Wars galaxy had intentionally chosen someone close to my own personality. Was this similarity, at least on the surface, a coincidence? Or was Astra Andrim what I'd have become if I'd been born in another Galaxy?
It probably didn't matter. This whole thing, even if not a hallucination, was still a nightmare. I was a minor member of a noble family with ties to the Techno Union and the Trade Federation, with less than a decade left till the Clone Wars. The Techno Union was our parent company, and Daddy Andrim was owner and captain of one of the Federation's doughnut ships. We might be on a normal trade mission right now, but a few years down the line we'd either be rounded up and executed for sedition and rebellion, or be under the control of Sheev Palpatine, ol' Darth Frog-Face himself.
And with that happy thought, I returned to my lessons...

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In these four years, it could be said that the prestige of Star God Realm and the Dragon God Realm had reached new heights.
 
Within the Western Divine Region, nearly all the Star Realms now paid tribute to the Dragon God Realm.
 
Meanwhile, the Brahma Monarch God Realm was showing signs of recovery. The same was the case with the Moon God Realm.
 
Although there were no new Moon God, Xia Yuanba's control over his strength and his knowledge about the things was increasing day by day.
 
Many of the Moon Envoys and Moon Guardians who were previously unsatisfied about him becoming the Moon God Emperor were finally satisfied.
 
His ruling left much to be desired, but his strength was enough to shut them all up and accept him as the Moon God Emperor. Yue Wuya still lived and was seemingly guiding Xia Yuanba on how to manage the Moon God Realm.
 
The information that the Brahma Monarch God Realm and Moon God Realm had tried to destroy the Star God Realm but failed had already spread to many Star Realms.
 
It further increased the prestige of the Star God Realm while lowering the Brahma Monarch God Realm and the Moon God Realm's prestige.
 
At this moment, within the Eastern Divine Region, the Star God Realm could be called the second most prestigious Realm.
 
Eternal Heaven Realm was still the most prestigious realm because it seemed to give a perfect illusion of how good of a realm they are.
 
Just as the information about Moon God Realm and the Brahma Monarch God Realm had spread, another news had started spreading. That it was the Eternal Heaven Realm which had protected the Star God Realm from the brunt of the Brahma Monarch God Realm until they were strong enough to defend themselves.
 
This downplayed the Star God Realm's prestige a little while sharply raising the Eternal Heaven Realm's reputation.
 
Yang Tian came to know of this but did not care. Prestige was useful, yes. But as for the title of being the most prestigious realm or whatnot, he wasn't interested.
 
The prestige was useful because it dazzled the ignorant and ordinary people and made them ignore the dirty deeds of that thing or person.
 
If a person was prestigious enough, even if there was news of how he had committed evil deeds spread around, no one would believe it. Many people would even think that even if he did it, so what? He had done enough good things to counter-balance those evil deeds.
 
But… The so-called prestige's use was only to make the general public's opinion favourable to oneself. At most they could gather a few allies, but they still had to take action themselves.
 
The Eternal Heaven Realm merely had prestige while its strength was only second-rate, so there was never a need to worry about it.
 
The Profound God Convention was also approaching…
 
The Eternal Heaven Realm was focusing on preparing for the Profound God Convention.
 
They had lagged behind their schedule because of that sudden attack from the Nothern Divine Region. Moreover, the Moon God Realm and the Brahma Monarch God Realm couldn't help out at all.
 
As for the Star God Realm, surprisingly, Yang Tian had agreed to help the Eternal Heaven God Emperor for organizing the Profound God Convention.
 
This somewhat relieved the Eternal Heaven God Emperor since it would naturally be good if Yang Tian came to the Profound God Convention as an honorary guest.
 
Yang Tian agreed to this because he had another aim.
 
Only a year remained until the Profound God Convention, and the Brahma Monarch God Emperor had also agreed to help the Eternal Heaven God Emperor. He was also willing to come to the Profound God Convention.
 
Since the resources of the Brahma Monarch God Realm had finally settled down and the profits were positive, he felt the urgent need to increase their prestige.
 
The best way was to go to these sorts of conventions and recruit some talents.
 
Although he felt that his meeting with Yang Tian would be quite awkward, he knew that he couldn't just continue to delay it. He had to meet Yang Tian sometime now or later…
 
Better to be it now than later…
 
As for Xia Yuanba, Yue Wuya instructed him to not go to this Profound God Convention.
 
Although the Moon God Realm had quite the economy, their battle strength and the number of experts was naturally at rock bottom amongst the Royal-Rank Star Realm.
 
Yue Wuya believed it would be better to build up more before finally revealing the radiance of the Moon God Realm to the other realms.
 
Also, since Yang Tian had told Xia Yuanba to obey Yue Wuya's instructions as long as it favoured the Moon God Realm and weren't related to the Star God Realm.
 
Yang Tian had gone to the Abyss of Nothingness once again.
 
This time, because he had comprehended the 2nd part of the World-Defying Heaven Manual, Yang Tian could faintly feel his profound energy even in the Abyss of Nothingness.
 
Because of this, he could now sense that entity's energy in front of him.
 
He was a Pure Yin Beast…
 
The Darkness energy was incomparably pure within his body, and it continued to grow stronger.
 
Just as before, Yang Tian had no idea about what it was saying. It sounded like a growl…
 
Yang Tian did not take the risk of destroying the barrier to deal with this entity. He was sure that he wouldn't last 10 seconds against such it.
 
At this time, Yang Tian sat down in front of that entity and started to try and understand the Laws of Nothingness.
 
This location was created using the Law of Nothingness… It went without saying that he would have more of a chance to understand the mysteries of the Law of Nothingness here than any other place.

Yang Tian, a 20-year-old university student from China died at the hands of some terrorists who had highjacked the plane he boarded.

Heavenly Wolf Star God Xisu... He died due to the schemes of his lover (Qianye Ying'er). As his soul was upon the brink of destruction, he felt the existence of another foreign soul which appeared through a spatial rift.

As he felt the presence of this soul, he did not hesitate to fuse his own soul to this unknown soul. After their souls were fused, another spatial rift occurred. This time, it took hold of the body of Heavenly Wolf Xisu and dropped it in Floating Cloud City.

Follow Yang Tian's journey, who has been armed with Heavenly Wolf Xisu's Body and his knowledge, along with what he knew of the novel...

[A/N: MC will be manipulative as heck. So if anyone got a problem with that, please don't read it. It will be annoying to delete the reviews which just say manipulative mc or whatnot. Another thing, it won't be harem from the start. It will become a harem after volume 1.
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Since Inquisitive Sky Hall Master was not too willing to tell the other four teachers of the convention, Xue Ying would naturally not oppose him.
Even though there were rumors about this, firstly, rumors were rumors and would only be temporary and secondly, it was the minority who felt that Xue Ying's decision of selecting Xing Huo Xun Yi was unfair!
The talented cultivators who participated in the convention would usually be concerned about this and would tend to collect information about it. They would understand that Xing Huo Xun Yi was the son of 'Monarch Xing Huo', and had cultivated for more than 500 billion years. He was merely ranked at about 3,600th, and they would feel that it wasn't fair… there were also some of the higher-ups from the six great holy grounds who were concerned about this convention who would try to understand the matter.
But many ordinary cultivators did not have a detailed intelligence of Xing Huo Xun Yi. They even thought that 'Xing Huo Xun Yi' was a loose cultivator!
As a result, it was only the minority who felt that what Xue Ying did was ugly. Primarily, they were just a small part of the talented cultivators as well as members of the six great holy grounds.
...
After the 200 cultivators were selected from the Star Pagoda selection and by the teachers of the convention, they would be qualified to enter the 'Time Pagoda' of Blade Emperor City to undergo training at a hundred-times time-accelerated environment. In reality, it would be a total of one million years of cultivation period. Furthermore, they could read many books at any time–these books were some of the more fundamental ones provided by the six great holy grounds.
Since these 200 cultivators would eventually enter the six great holy grounds, they were still willing to share some fundamental cultivation scriptures.
Other than that, the holy grounds would also provide precious materials.
Cultivating for a million years with many books and teachers to ask for help… this period was a dream come true for many loose cultivators. These loose cultivators would usually have to risk their lives and depend on luck to even get an absolute formidable art! But now, a large number of absolute arts were placed in front of them.
Xing Huo Xun Yi also had to obediently follow the rules. He would similarly be cultivating under a hundred-times time-accelerated environment along with the other selected cultivators.
******
Ont his day.
Xue Ying watched as the sun rose: '10,000 years have passed. Today is the day of battle for these brats.' 10,000 years was considered short to them. If not for the occasional talented cultivators coming to seek for his help, if Xue Ying were to really concentrate on cultivating, he would feel that these 10,000 years passed like a flash.
"Sou."
After exiting the cavern-dwelling, Xue Ying traveled through the sky. Inquisitive Sky Hall Master flew over as well.
"Dong Bo." Inquisitive Sky Hall Master flew alongside Xue Ying, "This 10,000 years might be short, but there are really some chaps gossiping about this matter still, especially that cultivator called Ba Yun Palace Master. I heard that he was idly chatting with several other Primal Chaos giants, saying that they should wait and see how you become a joke during the ranking battle this time."
"Ba Yun?" Xue Ying shook his head.
The other party was really narrow-minded and selfish.
But there were all kinds of cultivators. Those who were extremely selfish were common too. There were also those who followed the ideology of 'submit to me and prosper, or oppose me and perish'. It was normal for Ba Yun Palace Master to hate Xue Ying because of this matter as well.
"See how I become a joke?" Xue Ying chuckled, "He will not have a chance at all."
"Right." Inquisitive Sky Hall Master revealed a grin too.
"Sou sou."
The two of them flew over to the gathering field of the Star Convention. The seating arrangements were the same as during the start of the convention. Xue Ying was seated on the corner of the five seats to the left of Heart Imitation Religious Master.
Primal Chaos giants were coming one after another. As for the talented cultivators who were participating in the convention this time, they had long arrived. Even though they were not chosen, they wanted to come and observe the battle too and see how wide the gap in their strengths was! There were also many cultivators living within the Blade Emperor City and children who came to watch the battles.
"The five teachers of the convention have chosen 100 cultivators. The other 99 are fine, but that Xing Huo Xun Yi should have depended on his background, and is the one with the least qualifications." Many talented cultivators felt all the more unfair after understanding the selections.
"I've long said before that he should not a teacher of the convention. After all, his foresight is far weaker than the other four teachers."
"It isn't his foresight, but he is more easily bought over."
Many talented cultivators were surreptitiously discussing with one another through voice transmissions. Many of them were filled with resentment.
If that Xing Huo Xun Yi weren't chosen, one lucky cultivator among them would be selected into the next round.
"Let's see."
"In a while, the true strength of Xing Huo Xun Yi who was ranked at 3,600th in the Star Pagoda selection will be revealed."
...
Heart Imitation Religious Master projected his majestic voice. It reverberated by the ears of every single cultivator across the entire Star Convention place, and even in their hearts: "At this moment, the 200 selected cultivators will be split into five groups. Every group will have two winners, and the ten winners will proceed into the final one-on-one duels… according to the battle results, the top five would be chosen. This top five cultivators could select any of the six great holy grounds they want to enter. They would naturally become the core members of the holy grounds and would be nurtured well. For now, the first group will begin its battle."
Heart Imitation Religious Master's voice was gentle, yet it was enough to cause all spectators to quieten down.
Their gazes landed on the battle platform spanning a full 50,000 kilometers long. At this moment 'sou sou sou', many figures flew up to the battle platform. There were a total of 40 of them. They belonged to the first group.
As for the arrangement of the battles…
Heart Imitation Religious Master was responsible for it. He would usually separate the extremely strong cultivators apart into five different groups. Even so, every group would only have two final winners.
And even if many talented cultivators were congregated in a particular group, all 200 cultivators would still have to go through the Star Pagoda trial, and the teachers of the convention would select another five out of them!
Regardless, there would be a total of ten talented cultivators who would be nurtured greatly by the holy grounds.
"Hong."
"Hua."
The 40 talented cultivators proceeded with a free-for-all battle on the battle platform. Some were forced out of the platform, and some immediately activated their protective treasures.
All of them had temporarily obtained a set of protective treasure which could be activated any time. But activating it meant that they lost their qualification! And they had to leave the platform obediently. Being forced out of the stage represented defeat as well. The two remaining cultivators would eventually be crowned the winners.
In just a few breaths of time, there were only eight talented cultivators who were still battling. The others had been eliminated.
And after two breaths later, there were just three talented cultivators.
"Hong."
Black cloud began rolling out onto the body of a cultivator, causing him to spurt blood and fly out of the platform. As he flew out, he stared at the tall and huge teenager on the platform while thinking: 'Cang Qiong Tian Yun, consider yourself ruthless.'
In the first group, there was Cang Qiong Tian Yun. He was the only expert who crossed the fourth level Star Pagoda during the preliminary Star Pagoda selections. He was clearly stronger than the others.
Previously, there were just three left behind. Cang Qiong Tian Yun was the strongest, and the other two were about the same. This cultivator who was struck out had even requested Cang Qiong Tian Yun for help, bribing him with 20 Origin World Rocks at the end.
Who would have thought…
Cang Qiong Tian Yun had simply blasted him down.
"Cang Qiong Tian Yun is truly formidable."
"The advantage is huge."
"The first group is unquestionably the strongest one." Even though the battle happened extremely quick, everyone could perceive the strength of Cang Qiong Tian Yun.
...
"Second group."
...
"Third group."
The filtering of cultivators in each group happened really quickly. Soon, it was the third group. The 40 cultivators of the third group flew up the battle platform, and amongst them included a golden-robed young man, 'Xing Huo Xun Yi'. Just by depending on his appearance and temperament, he was clearly the most dazzling amongst them.
"Xing Huo Xun Yi has come."
"Let us pay close attention to him. In a while, his skills will be exposed to the rest." Those talented cultivators who weren't chosen felt that things were unfair. They wanted that unjust teacher of the convention, 'Xue Ying' to lose his face. If the one he chose, Xing Huo Xun Yi lost terribly, it would naturally testify to his unfairness and poor judgment skills.
Not just those below were paying close notice to the battle.
Even many Primal Chaos giants situated in the high platform were paying close notice to this. They had long heard of many rumors and had subconsciously glanced at 'Xue Ying' who was seated by the boundary of the five teachers of the convention.
Yet Xue Ying was calmly seated there watching as the battle was about to begin.
General Heaven Light glanced at Xue Ying who was by his side for a moment before turning back to the battle that was about to begin.
"Hong~"
The battle immediately erupted.
The golden-robed young man, Xing Huo Xun Yi, suddenly let out a layer of dimmed white light. This white light illusory realm enveloped the other 39 experts on the battle platform. This was none other than Xing Huo Xun Yi's ancient cultivation illusory realm! After he had improved his attainments in the Dao of Mirage–grasping the 'Mirage Annihilation' created by Xue Ying–he had naturally brought his original ancient cultivation illusory realm to a whole new level. This horrifying illusory realm had felled close to half the talented cultivators on the platform. A minority was struggling to maintain consciousness, and even fewer were able to maintain full awareness.
At the same time he displayed the illusory realm, Xing Huo Xun Yi waved his hands.
"Hong~"
A fiery light rushed out on all the talented cultivators. The Dao of Mirage contained a fourth level Star Pagoda strength, and his bloodline cultivation had also become much stronger, though it was only at the third level strength. Nevertheless, currently, as he unleashed his group attack, those who were struggling to stay awake could hardly defend against his attack.
The fiery impact blasted out, throwing many talented cultivators out of the battle platform. There were only eight left who could still defend themselves. They were either strong, or that their cultivation hearts were formidable. But all eight were looking with shock and disbelief at Xing Huo Xun Yi.
Not just them.
Many others who wished to see Xing Huo Xun Yi's poor performance to validate the unfairness of 'Xue Ying' as a teacher of the convention, were at this moment looking with their mouths wide open.
This, this, this?
Was this a cultivator ranked at 3,600th in the Star Pagoda selection? Why did he seem more tyrannical than the first ranked Cang Qiong Tian Yun?
...
And on the high platform, many Primal Chaos giants felt their mind trembling. Many were shocked and had even turned towards that white-robed teenager.
"Congratulations Monarch Xing Huo, congratulations!" Some of the Primal Chaos giants had begun chatting with Monarch Xing Huo. They had great foresight and knew that this control of the illusory realm was absolutely the strength of the user. It did not belong to something external.
And over at the side of the five teachers of the convention.
General Hatchet Palace Master looked at the leftmost Xue Ying with interest. He revealed a strand of a grin while thinking: 'Interesting. Xing Huo Xun Yi is able to improve so much within 10,000 years. And it is even in the illusory realm? Dong Bo Xue Ying is most famous for his illusory realm.'
"Elder Dong Bo."
Violet Slaughter Palace Master's smile was absolutely beautiful. It contained a frightening charm, "Truly formidable. No wonder you have chosen that Xing Huo Xun Yi. In my opinion, he might even be stronger than Cang Qiong Tian Yun."
Xue Ying merely stated: "The illusory realm is specialized in dealing against a group of enemies. Ultimately, it is still up to the final duel between Xun Yi this brat with Cang Qiong Tian Yun to determine who is the victor."


In the Tranquil Sun province of the empire, there exists an unremarkable lordship known as Snow Eagle Territory! This is the home of the Dong Bo clan, the clan of our hero Xue Ying! His father, a commoner turned noble; his mother, a noble who abandoned her clan for love, and his brother, an innocent toddler. But peace cannot last forever, Xue Ying’s peaceful life is shattered, and the only way to reclaim it is through power!

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