The wind outside the palace roared like demons screaming through a storm.
Inside, Wei Tian sat alone.
The world had abandoned him once. But this time…
He clenched his right hand, where the glowing God Sign spun gently like a divine wheel. No one else could see it—but he could feel the power pulsing from it, responding to his will.
> "Last life, I died without strength. No love. No family. No legacy."
His left eye glowed faintly — golden, mysterious.
> "But this time… I have God behind me. And I'll rise above everything."
He stood inside the empty main hall of the floating divine palace, which hovered silently in the middle of the wasteland.
Outside: countless monsters.
Inside: only him.
He looked at his hand again.
> "God Sign, I wish to grow stronger. Grant me a speed technique."
The air shimmered.
From his palm, a glowing orange scroll formed out of pure divine energy.
> [Windstep Flash – Orange Grade Speed Technique Acquired]
It entered his mind instantly.
Wei Tian's eyes widened as divine knowledge exploded in his head — footwork like shadows, movement faster than sound. He took a deep breath and began practicing. Within minutes, his movements became sharp, controlled, deadly.
His God Eye in his left socket watched his body like a teacher — correcting, adjusting, guiding.
Every wrong step was immediately noticed. Every right move… was perfected.
> "Again."
> "God Sign, grant me a sword technique."
Another orange-grade scroll appeared and merged with his soul.
> [Basic Sword Technique – Orange Grade Acquired]
He summoned a plain iron sword from the palace's storage space and began slashing the air with purpose. Stance after stance. His control sharpened. His footwork improved. His slashes became clean, precise.
Then, he sat cross-legged.
> "Now… the foundation."
> "God Sign, grant me a cultivation technique."
> [Blazing Vein Scripture – Orange Grade Acquired]
The scripture etched itself into his mind — the method to absorb Qi, circulate energy through the meridians, and form a core.
He began cultivating.
The wasteland outside had thin spiritual energy, but it was enough.
He breathed deeply. Spiritual force entered his body.
His dantian slowly opened, drawing in the Qi like a whirlpool. His body heated, blood surged, energy danced in his veins.
Time passed. He didn't stop.
Until finally…
> [Qi Gathering Stage – Level 1 → Level 2 → Level 3]
He exhaled sharply.
His muscles were tighter. His heart beat stronger. His senses sharper.
He opened his eyes.
> "I've only just begun, and already I've surpassed every trash disciple out there."
He stood and raised his hand again.
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🌟 Skill Grade System (What He Now Understands)
Wei Tian whispered to himself, carving the rankings into memory.
> "In this world… techniques are divided into six ranks:"
1. Level 3 – Weak trash arts; peasant-level.
2. Level 4 – Slightly better; low-class sects use these.
3. Orange Grade – Foundation-level power. Entry to true cultivation.
4. Blue Grade – Rare and powerful.
5. Purple Grade – Legendary. Kingdoms and sects kill for it.
6. God Grade – Beyond mortal comprehension. Forbidden knowledge.
But he?
He could summon any of them — for free.
Because the Heavens themselves gave him this second life.
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Outside, a roar echoed through the wasteland.
A monster had sensed the cultivation fluctuations.
Wei Tian's right eye glowed red and black — the Oppression Eye.
His body didn't tremble.
Instead, he smiled.
> "Come then. Let me test my strength."
He stored the floating palace into his God Sign, and stepped outside, sword in hand.
He wasn't afraid.
This world would learn soon—
> He's not just another cultivator.
> He's the one chosen by God.
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[End of Chapter 2]