The thug screamed as his own momentum shattered his arm. But the scream was cut short. Han Feng stood, his aura suddenly expanding like a waking dragon. The air in the small shack grew cold.
"In my last life, I became an Immortal and lost everything," Han Feng whispered, stepping over the fallen man toward the courtyard where the sounds of fighting were beginning. "In this life, I will stay a mortal longer, but I will make the heavens tremble before I am done."
As the final bolt of Violet Destructive Lightning descended—a pillar of light capable of erasing even a soul—Han Feng did not raise his jade sword. Instead, he reached into his dantian and shattered his own Immortal Core. Using the explosion of a millennium’s worth of qi, he forced a forbidden art: the Samsara Reversal. Han Feng woke to the smell of damp earth and cheap incense. Cultivation Story: Reincarnation
He sat cross-legged. His meridians were clogged with worldly impurities, "trash" by his former standards. But he knew secrets the current world had forgotten. He didn't practice the basic Iron Skin technique his family provided. Instead, he breathed according to the Breath of the Primordial Chaos —a technique he’d looted from an ancient god’s tomb in the Higher Realms.
The sky over the Azure Cloud Sect was not blue, but a bruised purple, torn asunder by the final tribulation of the Immortal Ascension. The thug screamed as his own momentum shattered his arm
"Too fast," he whispered, coughing up golden ichor. "I ran too fast and left my heart behind."
"Hey, trash! Your father owes the Hall three hundred spirit stones," a burly man sneered, stepping into the room. It was the same thug who, in the original timeline, had broken Han Feng’s ribs and dragged Ling’er away. Han Feng didn't stand up. He didn't even open his eyes. The air in the small shack grew cold
"You have three breaths to leave," Han Feng said, his voice echoing with a weight that shouldn't belong to a boy. "One for your life. One for your soul. And one for the mercy I no longer possess."