North of Cangzhou, Phoenix Fall City - Feng Clan
In a damp and dim wooden hut, Feng Wuchen struggled to awaken on his bed.
After assimilating fragments of unfamiliar memories, he clutched his throbbing head and muttered:
"Spirit Martial Realm? A lower-tier dimension? Yet surviving soul-rebirth after self-detonation is divine fortune. Yao Ji! Han Xiang! Since Heaven spares me, your lives end when I reclaim the Supreme Profound Celestial Realm!"
Speaking those names ignited volcanic rage within him.
In his past life, Feng Wuchen of the Supreme Profound Celestial Realm had reached the Heavenly Sovereign Peak before age two hundred, hailed as the realm's foremost prodigy. With another century, he might have shattered records to become its youngest Celestial Emperor.
Recently, the ancient legacy - Dragon Abyss - emerged. Alongside sworn brother Han Xiang and lover Yao Ji, he fought through bloodshed to claim it. Yet at the pivotal moment, betrayal struck. Their joint ambush left him mortally wounded. Refusing surrender, he detonated his cultivation in a kamikaze blaze.
Death seemed certain... until rebirth.
As Feng Wuchen steadied his breathing to adapt to this feeble new vessel—
"Please... don't take my Frost Essence! It's all Mother left me—"
A girl's desperate plea tore through the courtyard.
Gruff voices answered:
Stolen story; please report.
"Let go, brat! Still dreaming your waste-of-space brother's the heir?"
"Listen well—Young Master Feng Mo awakened a Heavenly-grade Fire Vein! When the Patriarch emerges, he'll be the new heir!"
"You? The elders decreed you'll wed the Lin Clan's halfwit! Hah!"
Feng Wuchen staggered outside to see a plump and lean servant yanking a twelve-year-old girl's hair. Though tears streamed down her face, she clung desperately to a jade pendant at her chest.
"Give it here, bitch!" The fat servant raised a meaty fist aimed at her skull.
**CRUNCH!**
A shadow intercepted—Feng Wuchen's palm halted the strike like iron.
"You...!" The fat servant paled, recognizing the "cripple" they'd mocked. His sneer returned: "Not dead yet? Let's fix that—"
Before he finished, Feng Wuchen's fist cratered his gut.
**THUD!**
The obese body smashed into stone walls, spewing blood. The thin servant froze—how could this year-long cripple possess such strength?
Examining his fist, Feng Wuchen frowned: "Pathetic vessel. A full-force strike couldn't kill a mere Body Tempering ant?"
The thin servant stammered: "W-we serve Young Master Feng Xi—"
"Feng Xi? Feng Mo's lapdog?"
"How dare y—"
**CRACK!**
A spinning kick shattered the servant's teeth.
"Three breaths to vanish. Or die."
"One!"
"You'll regret this!" Both servants fled, threats trailing behind.
**Cough!** Feng Wuchen swayed, complexion ghostly.
"Brother!" The girl steadied him, tears cascading. "To the hut—now!"
Inside, a soul-crushing truth emerged—this body lacked Spiritual Veins.
No veins, no cultivation. Even retrieving his stolen Heavenly Thunder Vein would be futile—the foundation was ruined.
"Am I doomed to waste this rebirth?" Desperation choked him.
Suddenly—
**BOOM!**
Primordial energy erupted within. Agony spiked as vision darkened...
When sight returned, he floated in void space, drenched in blood. Behind, war cries echoed:
"Feng Wuchen! Surrender the Dragon Abyss Legacy!"
This scene—the exact moment after seizing the legacy, fleeing millions of pursuers.
"Am I still in Supreme Profound Realm? Was rebirth an illusion?"
**SHING!**
A blade's chill kissed his brow. Yao Ji's venomous face loomed, sword tip three inches from piercing his skull.
**Not a dream.**
"Yao Ji! Treacherous witch! DIE!" Feng Wuchen roared, struggling wildly. Yet his body refused obedience as death approached—