"He's the most dangerous of all. A soul cannot be harmed by physical force or Qi-based attacks. Only a soul-type technique can reach it... and that monster has mastered every form of soul technique—offense, defense, suppression, cultivation, sealing... everything. If I get found out by him, it's over."
He had to move carefully.
No one could know he had died. No one. Not even the God of Reincarnation, who, despite being a friend, might throw him into a random, insignificant mortal plane simply out of paranoia. A place drenched in Qi instead of Mana.
"If the world I land in has Mana, then everything is already set in place. But if not… then I'll just have to bend it to my will."
He knew he would try to lay low.
But the moment he started growing stronger again—and he would—attention would return. Suspicion would rise. The gods and their angelic servants might overlook him at first, but they would always keep one eye open.
