"Too fast," he whispered, coughing up golden ichor. "I ran too fast and left my heart behind."
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.
The massacre of the Han family was supposed to start today. Instead, the legend of the Sovereign of Rebirth began. Cultivation Story: Reincarnation
The sky over the Azure Cloud Sect was not blue, but a bruised purple, torn asunder by the final tribulation of the Immortal Ascension.
He walked out into the sunlight. He was weak, his base was shallow, and he was surrounded by enemies. But he had a thousand years of combat experience and a soul forged in the fires of the apocalypse. "Too fast," he whispered, coughing up golden ichor
He wasn't on a celestial peak. He was lying on a thin straw mat in a cramped wooden shack. His body felt heavy, sluggish, and painfully frail. He looked at his hands—calloused, small, and lacking the translucent glow of a cultivator.
The thug laughed, lunging forward with a heavy fist. Han Feng’s hand moved like a blur, not striking, but merely tapping the man’s wrist. CRACK. Han Feng stood, his aura suddenly expanding like
"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.