Genre: Xianxia (Modern Cultivation) / Fantasy
Chapter 1: The Final Breath and The First Morning
Darkness. It wasn't the peaceful sleep I had craved for years. It was heavy, wet, and suffocating.
My lungs were drowning. Again.
The laughter of the elders of the Golden Peak Sect still rang in my mind. Their sneers as they pushed me into the Void Abyss, all because I,a "garbage talent," had found the Immortality Blueprint before them.
"Chen Feng," their voices echoed, distorted by the darkness. "Even if you die, your trash remains."
They were right. In my first life, I was trash. Despite being born into a renowned cultivation family, my dantian was as weak as a cracked cup. No matter how much Qi I gathered, it leaked out.
But I was resourceful. I spent 40 years studying ancient scrolls, finding another path. The Blueprint was the key—a method to cultivate the body as a weapon, bypassing the dantian entirely.And for that discovery, they killed me.
The darkness intensified, and I could finally feel my heart stop. It is finally over, I thought.
But then, the darkness cracked. A searing light, like the birth of a star, hit my eyes.
Aagh! I gasped, the air feeling hot and harsh in my lungs. My entire body felt like it was on fire, but it wasn't the burn of cultivation. It was the frantic, weak rhythm of a body that hadn't breathed in millennia.
"Feng? Chen Feng! Baby, you're awake!"
The voice was distant, desperate, and filled with a warmth I hadn't felt in centuries. It sounded like… my mother. But my mother had died three hundred years before my fall into the abyss.My eyes snapped open. I wasn't on the damp rocks of the abyss. I was lying in a soft bed. The walls were painted a soft blue, and a warm, soft breeze came from an open window.
Above me, a woman with tired eyes and a tear-streaked face was crying silently. She looked younger than I had ever seen her in my adult life.
"Mom?" I whispered. The word felt clumsy in my mouth, unused and ancient.
A tear fell from her face and splashed onto my cheek. "Oh, thank god, you're okay. We were so worried when you fainted during your aptitude test."
Aptitude test.
The memories rushed back. This was the moment everything went wrong. The moment the Chen Family, one of the five great families of the capital city, declared me, their only direct heir, to have a 'Shattered Dantian.'
I wasn't in the cultivation world anymore. This was… Earth. But it was my Earth, exactly 250 years ago.What year is it, Mom?" I asked, my voice getting stronger.
"It's 2026, Feng. Today is April 10th. Why are you asking such a strange question?" she said, stroking my hair.
My heart thudded in my chest. April 10th, 2026. The day of my shame. The day the rumors started, which eventually led to my parents' mysterious "accident" and my exile from the family.
I had come back.
The Golden Peak Sect, the void, the blueprints—they were centuries in my future. But my parents were here. Now.
A fierce, cold energy settled in my core. This time, I wouldn't be trash. This time, I wouldn't spend 40 years hiding. I already knew the path.
I had the Blueprint memorized.
I closed my eyes for a moment, not wanting my mother to see the terrifying intensity in them.
Wait, I realized. If my parents diedwhen I was twenty, and I had returned to my 17-year-old self… I had three years. Three years to grow powerful enough to protect them from whatever, or whoever, caused their "accident."
I felt a faint, almost invisible trace of Qi in the air around me. It was weak, almost nonexistent on Earth, but it was there.
Perfect.
"Mom," I said, sitting up. "I need to go outside. For a walk."
She looked worried but nodded. "Just don't overexert yourself, okay? The doctors said you just need rest."
I didn't need rest. I needed power.