Han Fei gasped, his eyes snapping open. The searing pain of the soul-shattering strike was gone, replaced by a dull ache in his ribs and the damp chill of a straw mattress. He wasn't in the Jade Heaven Pavilion anymore.

Memories of the Sovereign (All cultivation speed increased by 500% upon restoration of the Dantian).

A bitter smile played on his young lips. In his previous life, he had spent decades trying to fix his crippled spirit root through mediocre pills and desperate prayer. He had been the laughingstock of the sect, the "Trash Elder" who only succeeded through sheer, bloody-minded persistence.

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"If the Heavens will not grant me justice," he whispered, his voice rattling like dry leaves, "then I shall rewrite the Heavens."

He looked at his hands—they were small, calloused, and stained with the dirt of a common laborer. He was back in the Outer Disciple quarters of the Azure Mist Sect. This was the year 142 of the Lunar Era. He had returned five hundred years into the past. Name: Han Fei (Age 15) Realm: Mortal (Body Refining - Level 1) Spirit Root: Crippled (Degraded) Technique: None

As his vision faded, he didn't feel fear. He felt a cold, sharp clarity. He reached into the void of his consciousness and triggered the , a technique he had spent three centuries perfecting but hoped never to use.