3 Chapter 3, Dead
The Immortal King was furious, he was about to fly up and punch him but remember his cultivation. He flew down and grabbed the gladiator, he then left with a cold glare at the robed man.
(A/N he died but I didn't want a reincarnation novel or system, I sat there for 15 minutes thinking till I deleted that, anyway, never mind it's a reincarnation novel)
He turned around and walked towards the gate, just then everything turned black, he was assassinated.
'Where am I' he thought as he looked around a white empty space.
'I died didn't I'
A black portal appeared in front of him, it sucked him in. He opened his eyes and looked around a small cabin. He sat up and walked towards the door, he opened it and a large forest was in front of him.
He walked into the forest and arrived at a lake, he looked into the lake and saw his reflection.
"Just as I thought, I'm in my own body"
He then turned around and tried to fly,"What, where's my cultivation"
He realized why he felt so weak, he thought it was because he had mysteriously teleported here, but he was a Peak Zenith Heaven cultivator almost a Pseudo Sage. He knew every single forest in the Heavenly Dao so he must be in a new Heavenly Dao.
He then walked back to the cabin and searched his body, although he had no cultivation he still had means to see his talent and meridians. He could even see the depths of his soul, after reaching Zenith Heaven he could do this even as a baby.
"What?! YES!" He screamed in delight, his talent was millions of times better than before, he could become a Heavenly Dao Sage, no a real Sage, maybe even the new Heavenly Dao.
He was confused as to why he had such talent, he shook off the question and started to cultivate. He would reach Nascent Soul and then find a gladiator arena, in his past life he had been trying to perfect his techniques, he couldn't because nobody was strong enough, and those who were could destroy him with a thought. He was the strongest Zenith cultivator but even the weakest Pseudo Sage could kill grim easily.
He cleared his mind and cultivated, around two years later he stood up. In these two years he had not been disturbed at all, of course he found out that the forest belonged to a sect. He ignored the disciples and hid his presence.
Now he had reached Nascent Soul rank 4, this was enough to prefect his weakest skills. He walked along a trail that lead to a city he found with his divine sense. He had arrived two hours later because he was admiring the scenery.
He stood in the line to go into the city and waited for around ten hours until he arrived at the gate. After so many years of cultivation he was very patient, although his cultivation was high he did not know much about this world. It's currency, strength, language, culture, of course language was easy to bypass.
"Three bronze coins and ID for entry" the guard said in a bored tone.
"I'm very sorry but I do not have money nor a ID"
"What, never mind if you want a ID you can register it with the guard in that building behind me"
He walked into the building and got his identification, because he had no money he must get a job and pay them back. It wasn't a big deal because he could earn money in the arena, he may not get any bets on him but he would still earn money.
He found the gladiator arena and signed up, his fight would be in a hour. He waited a hour and it was finally his turn.
