Giang Trần felt as if his mind had turned into a chaotic mess, like a lump of mush. This feeling was like a dream, but a dream couldn't possibly be this real. Every inch of skin, every bone in his body, ached unbearably.
"Am I dead? Am I suffering the torments of hell?"
Giang Trần's first instinct was that he had died. Yet, the faint, almost imperceptible Life Aura emanating from his body seemed to remind him that he was still alive.
He didn't know how long this sensation of struggle lasted. After a moment, Giang Trần managed to open his eyes, only to find himself lying in a coffin.
Lying in a coffin? So, he really was dead? Giang Trần's heart was filled with sorrow.
"What a pity, what a sorrow. I, Giang Trần, as the son of the Heavenly Emperor, was born with a Lunar Body, unable to cultivate martial arts. Even though my imperial father refined the Sun-Moon Divine Pill for me, allowing me to live as long as heaven and earth, when the Heavenly Dao Catastrophe descended, I became a burden to my father, and ultimately couldn't escape the fate of death..."
"Oh? What's happening with my meridians? There's even true qi flowing! Though very faint... No! This... This isn't my body, this is absolutely not my physical body! I was born with a Lunar Body, how could there be true qi circulating within me?"
"Moreover, if I were dead, how could true qi be circulating in my body?"
As Giang Trần lay in the coffin, a jolt, like an electric current, shot through his mind. At the same time, he realized that the body lying in the coffin was fundamentally not his own.
"This... What exactly is happening? Whose body is this?"
This astonishing discovery filled Giang Trần with both joy and alarm.
Soon, within this body, he accessed some lingering memories.
"The owner of this body is also called Giang Trần? The son of a vassal lord from Giang Hãn Prefecture in the Eastern Kingdom. The name is the same, but this is clearly not me! I, the dignified son of the Heavenly Emperor, how could I become the son of a vassal lord in a mortal kingdom?"
Giang Trần's mind was filled with questions.
"Could it be that I truly died in the All Heavens Catastrophe? Is this the legendary transmigration and possession? The All Heavens shattered, Samsara collapsed; logically, having died in the catastrophe, I shouldn't have been able to enter Samsara. So, I really did transmigrate?"
Through the fragments of the previous Giang Trần's consciousness, Giang Trần finally confirmed this fact.
"Who would have thought that in my previous life, I was the son of the Heavenly Emperor, yet possessed a Lunar Body incapable of cultivation. After transmigrating, I became the son of a vassal lord in a mortal kingdom, but conversely, I now possess the aptitude for cultivation. This is truly a great irony!"
"The All Heavens shattered, order collapsed... I, Giang Trần, lived for a million years in my previous life, even sharing the lifespan of the sun and moon, but when the catastrophe arrived, I couldn't help in the slightest. A Lunar Body, unable to cultivate, ultimately unable to control my own life and death. My fate was like dust, scattered by the wind."
Thinking of the many encounters in his previous life, thinking of how his father, the Heavenly Emperor, had not hesitated to expend Divine Essence to refine the Sun-Moon Divine Pill for him, allowing him to possess the lifespan of the sun and moon with a mortal body, Giang Trần couldn't help but feel a little lost in thought.
He knew that the separation of life and death between his past and present lives was likely eternal.
Although he had lived for a million years in his previous life and possessed great wisdom, the thought of his Heavenly Emperor father's careful nurturing brought tears to his eyes.
He knew clearly that with the Myriad Heavens shattered, even the Heavenly Emperor would likely find it difficult to escape the catastrophe unscathed.
At this thought, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
However, in that instant, his soul stirred his meridians, like a bolt of lightning shooting through him. It was like an extremely thirsty person encountering a spring of sweet water!
Within his meridians, true qi slowly flowed. Though it was weak, so weak it was almost depleted, it was precisely this faint wisp of true qi that, like a spark, ignited the flame of his life, sweeping away all negative emotions.
"Cultivation! Haha, cultivation! For me, born with the Innate Lunar Physique, how long has it been since cultivation was such a luxurious concept? In my previous life, I couldn't cultivate, yet I never succumbed to fate. Today, I've reincarnated and gained the aptitude for cultivation. Isn't this the door of destiny opening a crack for me?"
"I am the son of the Heavenly Emperor, having managed the Heavenly Wolf Academy for a million years. There is no classic in the Myriad Heavens I haven't perused; no cultivation method I don't know. My attainments in the Dao of alchemy were even renowned throughout the Myriad Heavens. It's just a pity that in my previous life, I was full of profound knowledge, but a belly full of theories couldn't be put into practice. Today, having been reincarnated with this great fortune and possessing the aptitude for cultivation, what does Jiang Chen have to fear? What reason is there to bow down and admit defeat?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen immediately felt a sense of clarity and enlightenment.
Those dispirited emotions gradually dissipated quite a bit. He felt that this reincarnation might be a turning point of destiny, his great fortune!
That's right, Jiang Chen's so-called identity as the son of a marquis was, from the perspective of his previous life's status, truly insignificant and weak.
However, no matter how lowly and weak his current status was, there was one thing he didn't have in his previous life: the qualification to cultivate!
The qualification to cultivate was like an insurmountable chasm.
In his previous life, his status was noble, like a dragon and phoenix of the Nine Heavens, yet he could only watch others cultivate from the sidelines.
In this life, his status was lowly, like an ant, yet he now had the qualification to start from the very bottom.
The path of cultivation is boundless. As long as one has the opportunity, a golden-scaled fish encountering a storm can transform into a dragon; even an ant can similarly soar proudly through the heavens!
Today, that opportunity has arrived!
The son of the Heavenly Emperor, who managed the Heavenly Wolf Academy for a million years, had almost read every book, possessing profound knowledge. To say he was full of profound knowledge and understood all phenomena would not be an exaggeration.
Full of theories, from the Myriad Heavens to the mortal realms, it could be said there was no field Jiang Chen was unfamiliar with.
In his previous life, during a million years of boredom, Jiang Chen couldn't cultivate, yet he enjoyed teaching disciples. He used his disciples as experiments, turning theories into reality.
Over a million years, he didn't know how many geniuses he had created.
What is this great opportunity?
He has reincarnated, carrying the memories of the Heavenly Emperor's son, and obtained the body of Jiang Chen, the marquis's son, who died unjustly.
Those experiments he conducted on his disciples in his previous life, today, he can finally carry them out himself!
This is the opportunity!
At this thought, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel immensely excited.
Just then, a crisp, shattering sound entered his ears, as if something had broken.