Supreme God Emperor Chapter 1: Ten thousand years later

Boom...

A resounding bang echoed, bringing sharp pain to his forehead. Mu Yun struggled to pry his eyes open.

Where is this?

Mu Yun felt somewhat disoriented.

What lay before him was a classroom, yet Mu Yun sat not among the students but stood upon the podium at the front.

Observing the audience of fifteen- or sixteen-year-old students, their eyes popped wide as if beholding a monster, Mu Yun shook his muddled head.

"Am I dead? Why on earth am I here?"

"Tianyun Continent, Nanyun Empire!"

"I'm not dead? Transmigrated? This body's also named Mu Yun? Such a coincidence... right? But what era is it now?"

After swiftly fusing with the memories, Mu Yun lingered alone on the podium in his ink-hued robe, muttering to himself.

Yet transmigrating into this fellow appeared quite unfortunate!

This Mu Yun, a bastard son, received no favor from the main wife or the family head. From childhood, he was a cultivation waste, unable to win his father's approval.

Consequently, ten years prior, he got exiled from the Nanyun Empire's capital, Nanyun City, to the Mu family's distant branch in remote Beiyun City.

Still, in Beiyun City, Mu Yun suffered even more. Within the branch family, he too bore the trash moniker, possessed no standing, and servants even bullied him brazenly.

Luckily, this young master couldn't cultivate martial arts but adored poring over books.

The branch family considered him the Mu clan's eldest son ultimately, finding it shameful to leave him idle, thus granting him an instructor role at Beiyun Academy in Beiyun City.

On ordinary days, he lectured students on alchemy and tool refining knowledge straight from texts, merely reciting along.

In theory, a simple task.

Nevertheless, Mu Yun possessed a dull temperament, endured bullying since youth, and harbored a timid disposition.

Teaching classes proved utter torment for him.

With time, every student in the class fathomed this instructor's character, learned his name, and came to disregard him completely.

"Damn! Who'd have thought your luck was this rotten. Fear not, we're fused now. Henceforth, none shall dare scorn you!"

Thoughts cleared, Mu Yun radiated confidence.

"Oi, Instructor Mu, talking to ghosts? Wasn't some student's chalk that smacked your head into idiocy, eh?"

Right as Mu Yun integrated the memories, raucous laughter blasted in his ears, prompting the whole class to erupt in chuckles.

"Quiet!"

Coldness etched Mu Yun's face; he fixed a glare on the jeering student and roared abruptly.

As the supreme immortal king of his past life, Mu Yun loathed any disturbance while deep in thought!

His bellow plunged the class of thirty-odd students into dead silence. Mouths agape, they stared slack-jawed at the instructor ahead, as though facing a freak.

"What era reigns now? Does Kuhai Tianzun yet govern the three thousand small worlds?" Disregarding the stupefied students, Mu Yun remarked indifferently.

But those words from Mu Yun morphed the students' dropped jaws from oval to circular, gawking at him like a madman.

"Haha..."

A sudden arrogant guffaw boomed anew—from that same student.

Attired in white martial robes, hair ponytail-bound, roughly fifteen or sixteen, fairly handsome, though his laughing visage grated.

"Mo Yang, what's the joke?" Through the body-snatched Mu Yun's memories, he identified this pupil Mo Yang as daily's prime pest!

"Instructor Mu, outsiders dub you a trash who reads yet can't cultivate. Totally off base, I say!"

Mo Yang howled: "Labeling you trash belittles the term! Books rot your brain, huh? Haha... Kuhai Tianzun—myths from thousands of years back. Real or fable? And you query him... haha..."

Laughter bent Mo Yang double; he slumped over his desk, finger jabbing Mu Yun, tears flowing.

Ten thousand years ago?

Mu Yun froze in shock.

Inconceivably, rebirth after ten thousand years!