Chapter 1 — Snow That Should Not Fall
Blood stained the white robes.
Snow drifted silently from the shattered sky.
Jiang Qin knelt on the ruined battlefield, his trembling hands cradling the woman before him. Her once flawless robes were torn, her snow-white skin painted with crimson. The world's most untouchable beauty now lay fragile in his arms.
Su Qingxue.
His master.
Her breathing was faint, each breath weaker than the last.
"Disciple…" she whispered softly.
Her frost-like eyes, once distant and cold, were now filled with warmth and apology.
"I'm sorry… your master is not strong enough to accompany and guide you on the path of cultivation…"
Jiang Qin's heart shattered.
"No… Master… please… don't leave me…"
Tears streamed down his face as he held her tighter, as if afraid she would vanish like snow beneath sunlight.
"This disciple has only one wish in this world… that you stay with me… until the end…"
Her lips curved into a gentle smile. She lifted her hand to wipe away the tears of her most precious disciple.
"Your master… feels the same."
Her hand slowly fell.
The warmth in her eyes faded.
The snow continued to fall.
Jiang Qin, his eyes bloodshot, cried tears of blood. Extreme anger surged within him as he looked toward the sky and wiped away his tears.
At that moment, Jiang Qin swore an oath to the heavens.
"I will not leave a single one alive."
Thousands of years later…
Darkness.
Endless, silent darkness.
Jiang Qin floated within a void where neither time nor space existed. His consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinction.
He had already died.
No… he had willingly erased himself.
After tens of thousands of years of lonely cultivation, after standing at the peak of all existence, after crushing the heavens and annihilating his enemies — he chose to abandon everything.
Power meant nothing.
Eternal life meant nothing.
Without her, the universe itself was empty.
A single thought remained within the void.
Return.
A violent tremor shook existence. The laws of heaven twisted. Time reversed its flow. Fate itself screamed in protest.
Fragments of memory surged like a raging ocean.
Countless years of cultivation insights, endless battle experience, Dao comprehension, and overwhelming power condensed into a single torrent, rushing toward one fragile soul.
A voice resounded through the void — calm, ancient, and resolute.
"Let this life defy heaven."
"Let this life have meaning."
Light exploded.
Human Realm — Unknown Mountain Region
A young man suddenly opened his eyes.
"—HAAH!"
Jiang Qin gasped violently, collapsing onto the cold ground. His entire body trembled uncontrollably as unbearable pain tore through his flesh, meridians, and soul.
Memories not belonging to this moment flooded his mind.
Blood-soaked battlefields.
Endless years of cultivation.
World-shattering techniques.
Surging cultivation.
And the most tormenting memory of all—
Her final smile.
"MASTER—!"
He roared, clutching his head as his consciousness nearly shattered.
The power of his future self surged within him like a violent storm. His mortal body, weak and fragile, could barely withstand the pressure.
Cracks appeared across his skin as spiritual energy leaked outward.
It felt as if he would explode the next moment.
But the torrent did not stop.
Memories fused.
Dao merged.
Fate intertwined.
Cultivation surged.
The surge finally stopped, but Jiang Qin knew this was only the limit of the world — not his own.
"…I returned."
The day everything had began.
A faint, almost hysterical laugh escaped his lips.
"Heh… heh…"
Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
Just like the protagonists in the novels of his previous world, he had obtained a golden finger.
Except—
This golden finger… was himself.
Within his mind existed an immeasurable inheritance — power he could freely wield, knowledge, experience, insight, and a path leading to the peak of existence..
As he circulated spiritual energy, his cultivation soared rapidly.
Five years passed.
During these five years, he reached Dao Integration Realm
(Body Tempering → Qi Refining → Foundation Establishment → Golden Core → Nascent Soul → Spirit Transformation → Void Refinement → Dao Integration.)
Just as he reached the peak of the Dao Integration Realm and attempted to break through further—
A terrifying pressure descended from the heavens.
The sky darkened.
Clouds twisted violently as if the world itself rejected his existence. A boundless will pressed down upon him — cold, merciless, absolute.
The Heavenly Dao had noticed.
Boom!
A formless force suppressed him, sealing most of the power within his body.
Jiang Qin froze — then slowly smiled.
"Heavenly suppression… so you noticed."
Of course, the Heavenly Dao would not allow an existence that disrupted fate.
But it did not matter.
What he retained was already more than enough..
He examined his body inwardly.
His meridians were vast and flawless. His spiritual roots radiated a brilliance that surpassed heaven and earth — the most perfect constitution in existence.
The same talent that once allowed him to stand above all living beings.
His future self had not merely sent memories.
He had reshaped his destiny.
A cold wind swept across the mountains.
Jiang Qin slowly rose to his feet and gazed toward the distant horizon.
He remembered everything.
The sect.
Frost Lotus Peak.
The lonely figure who stood silently beneath falling snow.
Su Qingxue.
His heart trembled violently.
In his previous life, he had arrived powerless, confused, and ignorant of the cruelty of this world. He had watched helplessly as she was marginalized, bullied, and ultimately forced toward her tragic fate.
That would never happen again.
Never.
This time—
He would protect her.
He would change everything.
A gentle warmth flickered within his usually calm eyes.
"Master… just wait."
His voice was soft, yet carried unwavering determination.
"This disciple will not let you walk that lonely path again."
He recalled her awkward care, her silent sacrifices, the way she gave him everything without hesitation.
Even at the moment of death, she had apologized for not being strong enough.
A sharp pain pierced his heart.
"Foolish master…"
Jiang Qin clenched his fists.
"You were never weak."
He steadied his breathing and began organizing the overwhelming memories and cultivation within his mind and body.
Countless supreme techniques.
Dao laws.
Secret realms.
Future catastrophes.
Enemies who would one day descend upon the sect.
Everything lay clearly before him.
This life would no longer be driven by fate.
He would become the master of destiny itself.
Eventually, the violent aura surrounding Jiang Qin gradually subsided.
Jiang Qin sat motionless on the ground. His eyes slowly opened — no longer confused, but deep and ancient, carrying the weight of endless years.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Thunder roared.
For a brief moment, the heavens seemed to tremble, as if sensing the birth of an anomaly.
Jiang Qin raised his head and looked upward calmly.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"If heaven blocks my path… then I shall overturn heaven once more."
The thunder dispersed.
The world fell silent.
He looked toward the distant mountains where the renowned sect stood.
Where she was.
Where their story would begin again.
Warmth slowly filled the endless loneliness that had haunted him for tens of thousands of years.
For the first time in eternity, Jiang Qin felt alive.
"There are still two years left before I first met Master."
"I must make preparations and gather resources for her."
He stepped forward.
Step by step.
Toward the future he would rewrite.
"Let's meet again, Master."
And thus, the disciple who once stood above all existence began his journey anew — not for power, not for immortality, but for the single person who gave meaning to his endless life.
This time…
Their story would not end in tragedy.