In a mountain peak filled with hundreds of thunder clouds surrounding it, you can see 50 Righteous Cultivators surrounding one Devil Cultivator.

"Fan Huan! Give us the Temporal Artifact! You do not deserve it!" One of the righteous cultivators shouted at the devil cultivator.

Fan Huan has a long pitch-black hair, red pupils surrounded by his black sclera, and an incredibly pale skin. He wears a black Daoist robe with a sword on his waist. He is quite young in appearance.

Fan Huan simply snorted and said, "Hmph, arrogant fool. You righteous cultivators simply disgust me, " and then he brought up his hand before a giant thunderbolt was brought down to the righteous cultivator who spoke to him earlier.

The righteous cultivator didn't have enough time to react before he was engulfed by the thunderbolt entirely. He tried to open his mouth but the thunderbolt burned him before he can speak a single word.

"Hmph, any of you fools still dares to speak arrogantly to me?" He said disdainfully towards the righteous cultivators.

"Tch, Fan Huan! You will be punished by the heavens for all the things you did!"

Suddenly, Fan Huan started with a chuckle before it turned into full-blown laughter, his face contorted into a crazy look and he said, "Hahaha!! Me punished?! By the heavens?! You must be a fool! I am a god!!"

With that said, he showed them his cultivation. The clouds parted ways as his cultivation was shown to the world. The heavens seem to bow down as his cultivation illuminated everyone.

"T-That's impossible! An Ascension being?!" One young cultivator exclaimed in shock.

"Thousands of years had passed and yet, this is the first one we see an Ascension one. Blessed this old man for such sight, " one old cultivator said.

"Fan Huan, you are a genius without any competition. Yet, why did you turn this way?" The once teacher of Fan Huan said sadly.

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As the heavens shined with its divine light at Fan Huan, he said, "You fools will never reach me! I can now ascend to a higher realm! The land of the immortals of legends!"

"Damn it!" One of the young geniuses said.

A white portal appeared on top of Fan Huan and he looked at it expressionlessly before he said, "Ah, finally. The great land of immortals. I can now become a True God!" He flew towards it and the righteous cultivators could only watch helplessly because they knew he could kill them with a flick of his finger.

But as he was about to touch it, a black substance came out of the white portal. Once the black substance touched him, he was instantly obliterated by it. Not even single dust was left of him.

The righteous cultivators could stare at where Fan Huan was before, shocked at how the invincible Ascension cultivator died in a single touch by that black substance.

The white portal closed but the black substance was nowhere to be found.

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The Three Mountains, a place in which is inhabited by three different clans. The Fan Clan, The Ren Clan, and the Xiao Clan.

Each of these clans owns one of the towns in these mountains. After hundreds of years of living here, the clans formed a society. Governments were placed, rules were made, academies were built, and their populations continue to grow at an astounding rate. Each of them has at least 20,000 people in their clans.

The clans never ran out of resources because of their farmlands and hunting grounds.

All seem to be good but the clans have a deep hatred for each other. They don't know why but wars have been waged against the three of them since the day the clans were formed. Only the higher-ups know this reason and they don't want them spreading to the younger generations of their clans.

Cultivation is the main strength of these clans. And also, their battle manuals.

Battle manuals can increase a cultivator's strength by tenfold if they have the right manual. Since the clans were formed, only 50 battle manuals were placed in their archives. In short, battle manuals are rare.

Because with the power of those manuals, they could overturn lands and even part the oceans if they wanted to. Only a few were strong enough to make them.

Of course, there is also something special about each clan. They have a bloodline. The power of their bloodlines depends on how closer they are to the main family.

For example, The Fan Clan has the bloodline of extreme lethality. Their natural sensing mechanism increases to the point that they can feel every living being in their surroundings. Only if you are a close member of the main family or you are a part of the main family can you have this powerful ability. If you are from the outside clan, then you can only have a small part of that power.

Now, our story starts with a young man awakening inside his small house. He has short white hair that covers his left eye and an above-average face. He wears a green robe with obvious patterns of being used for years.

He was sleeping on the floor covered only with a thin cloth. It was night, the moon shines brightly on his face through the small window.

Suddenly, his eyelids started to twitch wildly before it opened wide. Coal-black eyes revealed itself but a tint of red was stained in the middle of it.

As he stood up, he looked around as if this place was a stranger to him.

He then grips his head with both of his hands, and said, "Where am I? This place... I somehow recognize it in the back of my head."

This is Fan Huan, reincarnated to his past self.

He calmed down after a while and finally got his thoughts back together.

"Now I know why, the Temporal Artifact brought me here to the past when that black substance killed me, " Fan Huan said.

Moments later, he started laughing.

"Hahahaha! Centuries of cultivation! All gone in just a single swoop of a moment!" He said with tears streaming down his face because of extreme regret.

"The power of a god, only away from a single touch, yet I was killed by a strange thing. How life truly works, " Fan Huan said.

He shook his head and said, "No matter, now I can change my future. Hmm, I wonder. What happened to the Temporal Artifact?"