In a grand and serene cultivation room, a handsome man sat in a lotus position, his eyes closed as he meditated on the Dao.
The room itself was a marvel, adorned with ancient runes and glowing crystals that pulsed with spiritual energy. The air was thick with the scent of rare herbs and the faint hum of mystical formations at work.
This was a place of profound serenity and immense power, a sanctuary for those who sought the highest forms of enlightenment.
The man had remained in this exact position for 100,000 years, seeking the elusive enlightenment that many only dream of.
His hair had grown long and white, cascading down his back like a waterfall, and his robes, once vibrant, had faded with time. Yet, he remained steadfast, undeterred by the passage of centuries.
He had felt the ebb and flow of the world's spiritual energy, witnessed the rise and fall of countless generations, all while maintaining his meditative state.
However, enlightenment is not something that can be forced. It is a gift that must be earned through patience and perseverance.
Despite his unwavering dedication, the moment of true enlightenment eluded him. In the end, his soul quietly dissipated into the unknown afterlife, leaving behind his mortal shell.
The man died while cultivating, but the cycle of life and death continued, and another soon took his place.
"Where is this place?" the newcomer asked, his voice echoing in the vast, extravagant cultivation room. He was disoriented, his mind struggling to process his surroundings.
The intricate details of the room—the shimmering jade pillars, the ancient scrolls lining the walls, the tranquil pond filled with lotus flowers—overwhelmed his senses.
He would have asked more, but a sudden flood of alien memories crashed into his consciousness, bringing with them a searing headache.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, clutching his head in agony. The pain was unbearable, as if his mind was being torn apart and reassembled all at once.
He didn't know how long he screamed, but when it finally subsided, he was left panting on the floor, drenched in sweat.
Slowly, he began to piece together the fragmented memories. Visions of ancient battles, secret techniques, and profound wisdom swirled in his mind.
He saw himself standing among other ancient powerhouses, felt the weight of countless millennia of cultivation, and understood the immense responsibilities that came with his new identity.
"I'm in a xianxia world!" he exclaimed, the realization hitting him like a bolt of lightning.
"And an elder of an immortal sect!" He looked down at his hands, now steady and strong, and felt the surge of spiritual energy coursing through his veins.
"HAHAHA!" Our mc burst into laughter, a sound that echoed through the grand cultivation room. He was originally from Earth, where he had lived up to 100 years old and died a virgin.
His previous life had been a series of disappointments and unfulfilled dreams. He had been one of many who felt luckless in life, constantly striving but never quite reaching his goals.
But now, his second life seemed to be offering him some generous starting perks. He marveled at his surroundings, the opulent cultivation room filled with ancient artifacts and powerful spiritual energies.
This was a place where legends were born, and he was determined to carve out his own story among them.
"In a world where might makes right, I shall create an eternal harem of my own, live happily, and enjoy life to the fullest!" he declared with newfound resolve.
He envisioned a future filled with power, pleasure, and prestige. The thought of finally having control over his destiny thrilled him.
With this newfound confidence, he was about to stand up and start implementing his plans when he heard a sound that he had only read about in web novels.
"DING!"
"Congratulations, host! You are given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Marry at least one woman, and you will be granted the cultivation base of a True Immortal. May you have a good life from now on, host, and enjoy this once-in-a-trillion-years opportunity," the system announced in a woman's voice.
Our mc's mind raced. A system! The very thing he'd dreamed of while reading xianxia novels on Earth was now his reality. The stakes were high, but the rewards were beyond his wildest dreams.
He could feel the excitement bubbling within him, mingling with the lingering disorientation of his recent rebirth. The path to power and pleasure lay before him, and he was determined to seize it.
As he absorbed the implications of the system's message, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. This world operated on principles vastly different from those of Earth.
Here, strength and cunning ruled, and the weak were left behind. He would need to adapt quickly and use every advantage at his disposal to thrive.
He began to strategize, thinking of the best way to achieve his goals. Marrying a woman as soon as possible seemed like a simple enough task, but he knew there would be complexities he couldn't yet foresee.
The cultivation world was full of intrigue and danger, and he would need to navigate it carefully.
"I need to understand this sect and my position within it," he thought. "Who are my allies? Who are my enemies? What resources can I tap into?"
Determined to make the most of this opportunity, he stood up, feeling the flow of spiritual energy within his new body. It was a powerful sensation, unlike anything he had experienced on Earth.
He could feel the potential within him, just waiting to be unleashed.
The memories of the previous elder, now a part of him, provided valuable insights.
He had access to millennia of knowledge and experience, which would be crucial in his new life. With this vast well of information, he began to plan his next steps.
"I will become a True Immortal," he vowed. "And I will enjoy every moment of this second chance."
As he stepped out of the cultivation room, ready to embrace his destiny, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.
The journey ahead would be challenging, but he was no longer the luckless man from Earth. He was an elder in an immortal sect, armed with a system that promised unimaginable power.
The future was his to shape, and he was ready to seize it with both hands.