Chapter 1: Rebirth, I have returned

Hmm

It seems that heaven has played a tremendous joke on him

Later, the future Sword God became his subordinate, and the future Goddess was also successfully won over by him, becoming infatuated with him

At the foot of the barren mountain, there is a thatched cottage. As the red sun rises, an old man dressed in a gray robe, with disheveled gray hair and a stooped posture, slowly emerges from within. A deep sorrow flashes through his murky eyes, and he begins to stagger up the barren mountain.

Uncertain how much time had passed, the old man finally ascended the vast and desolate mountain, only to find the sun already setting in the west

"Heavenly Lord, have you heard my call and granted me another chance?" Yan Li's gaze seemed to penetrate the carriage and reach the azure sky.

Yan Li instinctively opened his mouth, and the elixir melted upon entering, immediately transforming into a surge of heat that rushed towards his chest. At that moment, he desperately wanted to understand what was happening, but a wave of immense fatigue surged into his mind, and slowly, his eyelids came together.

At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality, disregarding the people of the world, believing that the entire world belonged to him

He slightly furrowed his sword-like brows and could not help but let out a soft grunt

Desolation, helplessness, anger, a heart as dead as ashes

The middle-aged man in the black robe, upon seeing this, let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Ling'er, take good care of the young prince"

A gentle breeze brushed against her face, and Yan Li felt as if another person had entered the carriage. She strained to turn her head, and in her line of sight appeared a middle-aged man in a black robe, who seemed vaguely familiar.

During this period, the experts within the palace took action one after another, and even the master of the Great Wilderness Palace personally examined his body, yet they were at a loss for a solution

He was reborn, reincarnated into the body of Li Li, the son of the Crown Prince Li Wuming of the Great Cloud Kingdom, who should have died a hundred years ago on the desolate continent.

Ziyue, if there is an afterlife, I will still love you. Yan Li plunged headfirst into the abyss, and darkness engulfed his figure

In that year, Lin Jingyun was not yet the renowned sword god of the continent, but rather a scheming young man; in that year, Long Ziyue had just entered the sect and was not yet the revered goddess admired by all.

In less than a year, he fell from the Xuan realm to the Yuan realm

However, they still did not give up, and at the same time, they grew stronger and sought out numerous rare treasures and various elixirs for him, but... it was all in vain

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. One day, Lin Jingyun returned, covered in blood, to inform him of a piece of news: a group of mysterious individuals had taken away Long Ziyue

A single tear falls, expressing endless sorrow and unwillingness

Lin Jingyun, my brother, Ziyue, my beloved, I have returned. In this life, I will not let you down again. I will accompany you to the peak, watching the winds and clouds with a smile. Those who destroyed my foundation in my past life, I will not let you go... You will pay an incredibly painful price!

... ...

Feeling the cold wind whistling by her ears, Yan Li's heart was like a still pond, unable to stir even the slightest ripple, as she slowly closed her eyes

The accompanying disdainful glances, mockery, and contempt began to dishearten him, for among those who mocked and looked down upon him, many had previously flattered him. In that moment, he realized that this world did not belong to him

However, one night, a mysterious person broke into his room and shattered his foundation. From that moment on, no matter how hard he practiced, his cultivation would not increase by even a fraction; instead, it rapidly regressed.

With his soft grunt, the sound of weeping abruptly ceased, and immediately, a crisp voice laced with surprise rang out, "Butler Wu, the young prince has awakened!"

"Little Prince, do not speak, it will affect your injuries"

"As you command." Ling'er nodded eagerly

Only two people have never mocked him and have never given up on him: one is his brother, and the other is his lover

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed

Uncertain how much time had passed, Yan Li regained consciousness once more, yet he did not open his eyes. A dull pain still lingered in his chest as he struggled to integrate another set of memories that did not belong to him.

His name is Yan Li. A hundred years ago, he soul-transmigrated to the Tianhuang Continent, where martial prowess is revered, and attached himself to a certain useless disciple of the "Great Wilderness Palace." Perhaps due to the fusion of souls, a mutation occurred, and he transformed into a talented disciple of the younger generation within the palace, a figure of great renown.

He has given up and has become a useless person who merely eats and waits for death

You ... ... !

Yan Li struggled to open her eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her chest, while at the same time, a series of intermittent sobs from a young girl reached her ears

Waste material becomes a genius, and a genius can also turn into waste material

His gaze shifted downward, fixating on the bottomless abyss that could devour him. In despair, he closed his eyes, and his mind flashed through everything he had experienced over the past century, as if watching a film.

From then on, Long Ziyue disappeared without a trace, and Yan Li's heart was utterly dead. He quietly left the Great Wilderness Palace and secluded himself in a remote desolate area. A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he is now in the twilight of his years

Two years later, he regressed from the Yuan Realm back to the Qi Refinement stage

Yan Li slowly opened his eyes, and a strange yet complex brilliance flickered in the depths of his gaze. Over the past three days, he had already organized and integrated another set of memories.

His cultivation level has been steadily rising, and within a short span of three years, he has broken through to the Yuan realm and achieved the Xuan realm. Among the younger generation, there is no one comparable to him. The master of the Great Wilderness Palace personally announced that he would be appointed as the successor to the position of sect leader

In the desolate continent, the Great Cloud Empire occupies a corner.

As I reached out, I touched a layer of soft animal hide padding. I attempted to prop myself up, but felt a tearing pain surge through my chest

After expending countless human and material resources without being able to save him, the Great Wilderness Palace completely abandoned him

Gazing at the setting red sun, he let out a long sigh, filled with both regret and solitude: the red sun sets, yet it will rise again the next day, but... will there be another chance for him after death

A flicker of surprise crossed the face of the middle-aged man in the black robe as he intervened, and then he took out a snow-white pill that emitted a faint fragrance and placed it into his mouth

However, he disappointed their expectations; no matter how hard he tried, his cultivation not only did not improve but instead declined. Years later, he regressed to the third level of Qi Refinement, a realm inferior even to that of the miscellaneous disciples of the Great Wilderness Palace

He exhaled a heavy breath, yet could not calm the turmoil within for a long time