Lin Longwei walked through the luxurious corridors of the Lin family house, the carpets muffling his steps as he pondered over an intriguing discovery. The training sword hung at his waist, a symbol of his commitment to the art of war, even at his tender age of 10.

"If I'm not mistaken, I personally don't need to worry about death," Lin murmured to himself, his young mind already contemplating profound questions as he made his way to the family library. Upon opening the door, the characteristic scent of old books enveloped him, and he closed his eyes, savoring the familiar atmosphere.

The sword was carefully leaned against the table as Lin settled into a worn leather chair. The library's silence was broken only by the gentle rustling of pages and the light filtering through heavy curtains.

"If I don't have to worry about it, it means one less burden for me," Lin thought as his eyes explored the shelves filled with knowledge. His gaze landed on various books of fictional stories, but his instinct guided him toward something more tangible, something that could expand his understanding of the world.

The search for something tangible led him through the aisles of dusty shelves, and finally, his eyes fixed on a peculiar book, its gray cover betraying years of neglect. Lin picked up the book carefully, feeling the rough texture of the cover under his fingers.

"No title? How curious," Lin reflected as he walked to the table with the book in his hands. Opening the yellowed pages, a fine dust floated in the air, adding an air of mystery to the discovery. Lin settled in, diving into the contents of the forgotten book.

"The great battle of the Fallen Star was won by the envoys of the 8 Primordial with excellence; it was said that the 4 great knights managed to obliterate any kind of threat," Lin read aloud, his mind absorbing the words like a thirsty sponge.

The words were like a portal to a distant world, a narrative echoing epic events and legendary figures. Lin felt transported to an era of grandeur, where the deeds of the envoys of the 8 Primordial echoed through the centuries.

"8 Primordial? What the hell?" Lin exclaimed, surprised and intrigued. His hands touched the old pages, as if he could feel the energy of those distant events pulsating through time. That discovery promised to open doors to a deeper understanding of the universe, something that transcended the boundaries of his own existence.

The discovery of the title "8 Primordial" ignited Lin's curiosity and anger simultaneously. His mind, already overloaded with revelations, now grappled with new information. He hissed in anger, gripping the book tightly before even realizing his own emotional intensity, as if he could crush the disturbing revelations in the yellowed pages.

"How the hell can it be the 8 Primordial? But I am the... Mei..." Lin whispered with restrained anger, the former name causing a twinge of disgust and confusion. However, his determination compelled him to continue reading, delving deeper into the mysterious past.

"...and it was through the abilities bestowed by the 8 Primordial that their followers formed the greatest resistance in favor of the Luminaries..." Lin read aloud, his mind absorbing every word. A wave of anger surged through his body, mixed with the confusion resulting from the revelation.

"How many years ago did this happen? So, is my old body still out there?" Lin exclaimed, surprised and confused. The idea that his old incarnation could be wandering the world, involved in the epic events described in the book, was disconcerting.

The library room, once silent, resonated with Lin's tumultuous emotions. He closed the book for a moment, contemplating the implications of his discoveries. Time, a fluid and often subjective concept, seemed to take on an entirely new meaning.

"This explains a lot, but also opens up a myriad of questions..." Lin thought to himself, his gaze distant as his hands rested on the book containing fragments of a monumental past. The shadows of history intertwined with his own destiny, and Lin, now immersed in the ancestral narrative, felt compelled to unravel the mysteries unfolding before him.

Lin Longwei's steps echoed through the ancestral halls, revealing the marks of time on the carved wooden linings. The walls displayed ancient paintings that narrated the family's history, recounting remarkable deeds and significant events. Hanging lanterns emitted a soft light, illuminating the corridors and revealing an atmosphere that transcended time.

Exiting the library, Lin found himself in a grand gallery adorned with luxurious tapestries, each telling stories of glory and honor that permeated generations. The scent of incense wafted in the air, a fragrant tribute to tradition and respect for ancestors.

The exterior of the house was a true testament to the clan's wealth and prestige. Meticulously tended gardens showcased an array of flowers and shrubs, arranged symmetrically to create visual harmony. A stone bridge crossed a tranquil lake adorned with colorful koi, a symbol of prosperity and fortune.

The main house, majestic in its architecture, rose with curved red-tiled roofs, representing harmony with the natural elements. Birds sang in suspended cages, adding a gentle soundtrack to the surroundings.

Lin Longwei headed toward the central courtyard, where a vast training field stretched out.

Approaching his father, Lin Chen, with a respectful expression, Lin Longwei felt the training environment ease in the presence of the clan's heir, and gazes turned to the imposing figure of Lin Chen and his son.

Lin Chen, a man of commanding presence, turned his gaze to Lin Longwei and nodded, indicating that his son had permission to speak. The attendant, aware of the moment's importance, stepped back to give privacy to the father and heir.

"Venerable Father, your son has a question he would like answered; may I speak?" Lin Longwei uttered the words with a mix of respect and determination, honoring not only his father's title but also the clan's tradition.

Lin Chen, maintaining a serene posture, responded with a deep and authoritative voice: "Speak, my son. Your words carry significant weight here. What is your question?"

Lin Longwei listened attentively to his father's words, absorbing every detail like a knowledge-thirsty sponge. The aura of respect surrounding the Lin clan seemed to intensify as Lin Chen shared information about the 8 Primordial.

"In my quest, I came across a book that mentioned the 8 Primordial; could you tell me more about it?" Lin expressed his curiosity with innocence, but his eyes betrayed a profound search for understanding.

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Lin Chen took a deep breath, his eyes, marked by battles and experiences, showing wisdom accumulated over the years. He began explaining about the 8 Primordial, a transcendental being that descended from the heavens millennia ago.

"The 8 Primordial is a celestial entity, a deity that shaped our existence. It provided the rank system that guides our development. Its teachings were spread by its followers, reaching the far corners of the world." Lin Chen paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"It is the source of our ability to evolve through ranks. The followers of the 8 Primordial, known as envoys, carry its blessing. In critical situations, it is said that one can summon the divine presence of the 8 Primordial back to our plane, such is the power of its connection with us."

Lin Longwei absorbed every word with interest, his mind eager for more knowledge about the complexity of his own world. Divine stories and the role of this transcendental being began to paint a broader picture before his eyes.

"This knowledge is crucial for understanding our origins and the structure that guides our evolution. However, my son, always remember that with great blessings come great responsibilities. We must honor the gift we received from the 8 Primordial and contribute to the progress of the Lin clan and, by extension, all of humanity."

Lin Longwei stood under the shade of a tree, wrapped in his own thoughts. The revelation about his true origin and connection to the 8 Primordial resonated in his mind, creating a complex web of unanswered questions.

"Son of a bitch, so it means I was born thousands of years in the future? And the rank system I'm training, did I develop it myself? What a twisted joke." Lin muttered to himself, his eyes reflecting a mix of disbelief and acceptance.

The idea of being born in a distant era and still carrying the knowledge of the rank system brought a sense of strangeness. It was as if he were a piece out of place on a cosmic chessboard.

"If it's the same as the Incarnation, then it explains why they use it, and if it's really the same system, I must be able to do something, but I don't want to rely on this shit, not even use what made me die." Lin gripped his sword firmly, an expression of challenge crossing his face.

The determination in his eyes signaled a refusal to be controlled by the circumstances of his own existence. Lin Longwei was determined to shape his destiny and overcome any obstacle that arose in his path.

The training field around him buzzed with activity, with warriors and aspiring envoys practicing skills and techniques. Lin observed, with a sharp gaze, every movement, absorbing the essence of the training around him.

"If I was born in this era, then there's no reason for me to be bound by what I was or what I know. I am Lin Longwei, the heir of the Lin clan, and I will forge my own path," Lin uttered his words internally, firmly resolved to transcend the limitations imposed by his unique existence.

Seated in the shade of a tree in the Lin clan's training field, Lin Longwei tightly gripped his wooden sword. His eyes, determined and focused, examined every detail of the blade, as if seeking a deeper understanding of the weapon in his hands. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves around him, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted with the intensity of the training he was about to undertake.

Before starting, Lin took a deep breath, centering himself in the moment. He caressed the sword's blade, feeling the rough texture of the wood under his fingers. It was a carefully crafted replica, mimicking the appearance and weight of a real sword, allowing Lin to train his skills without the risk of seriously injuring himself or others during practices.

With a fluid motion, Lin stood, bringing the sword into a combat position. His body, though still young, displayed a notably upright posture, indicating the discipline he had already begun to cultivate. He began executing simple attack and defense movements, moving with grace and precision.

The wooden blade sliced through the air, creating imaginary lines of movement as Lin moved with agility and dexterity. Each strike was executed with purpose, showing an instinctive understanding of combat fundamentals.

As the practice progressed, Lin intensified his movements. His steps became faster, and the sword cut through the air in complex patterns. He incorporated evasive maneuvers and blocks, creating a synchronized dance of action and reaction.

While training, Lin immersed himself in a state of deep concentration. His thoughts dissipated, and the only things that existed were him, his sword, and the ongoing pursuit of mastery. Sweat began to form on his forehead, witnessing the physical and mental effort he invested in each movement.

Observers on the training field took note of Lin's impressive performance. Some more experienced warriors nodded in approval, recognizing the potential of the young heir. Other aspirants, inspired, redoubled their own efforts in training.

Lin continued, constantly challenging himself. He began to incorporate more advanced techniques, simulating more complex combat situations. His movements were a combination of controlled aggression and a serenity reflecting an understanding that true strength was rooted in the harmony between body and mind.

The sun moved slowly across the sky, marking the time Lin dedicated to training. As the day progressed, his perseverance remained unshaken. He was committed to extracting the most from his practice, seeking to surpass his own limits.

Finally, with the sunlight beginning to wane, Lin interrupted his training. He stepped back, lowering the wooden sword and absorbing the lessons learned during that intense session.

Lin Longwei, with panting breath and the recently sheathed sword, felt the presence of his father approaching. The pain in his body was evident, but he quickly concealed any signs of discomfort, raising a mischievous smile upon encountering Lin Chen.

"My great warrior, you fill your father with pride," declared Lin Chen, displaying an affectionate smile as he stroked Lin Longwei's head. "It has been decided that your training will commence in 15 days. I will have you train with the other children of the clan."

Lin Longwei maintained his forged smile, matching his father's pride. "Oh, that's amazing! I can't wait to join the others." He spoke with enthusiasm, masking the fatigue still pulsating through his body.

His father, unaware of the subtle mask Lin Longwei wore to hide his effort, continued to praise him. "You are becoming a true warrior, my son. Soon, you will be a force to be reckoned with in the Lin clan."

Lin Longwei thanked with a nod, accepting the compliments with gratitude. However, behind his bright eyes and animated expression, a thought persisted: "It's still not enough."

While his father continued to talk about the next steps in his training, Lin Longwei began to reflect on what was missing in his progress. He knew that his body, no matter how hard he tried, still did not reach the necessary level to face the challenges that awaited him.

His father's conversation echoed in his ears as he pondered on how to overcome these limitations.

Lin Longwei was immersed in the hot water of the bathroom, steam enveloping him as he toyed with the idea of his new existence. His fingers traced the outline of his own body, recalling the movements and gestures that had become habitual in his past life.

While the hot waters relaxed his muscles, Lin contemplated the immortality conferred by Mukaan and Ellenis. An immortality that transcended his body and allowed him to explore limits without fear of death. An advantage he intended to make the most of.

"Let's think clearly," Lin whispered to himself, watching the steam rise around him. "If I already have immortality, I don't need to worry about conventional limits. I can push this body to the extreme, explore every facet of its capability."

Submerging in the hot water, Lin considered the next steps to reach the peak of his body. Exhaustion and extremes became his guiding principles. If he was determined to strengthen his body, he needed to find ways to nourish it, to take it beyond any predetermined limit.

In the water's reflection, Lin's expression was that of someone carrying wisdom beyond his apparent age. The intense eyes reflected the determination of someone who would accept no mistakes on his journey. He no longer saw the figure of a mere 10-year-old boy but the promise of a warrior willing to overcome any challenge.

"If I'm going to get out of here," Lin said to himself, emerging from the water as if reborn, "I intend to leave after pushing this body to its peak. I can't allow mistakes, and the only way to strengthen it will be through extreme exhaustion."

Exiting the tub, Lin Longwei was surrounded by an aura of seriousness. He wasn't just shaping his body; he was forging an unwavering determination that would accompany him in his quest for greatness and self-improvement. The boy, now immersed in thoughts of immortality and self-mastery, was ready to face the challenges that awaited him beyond the bathroom steam.

Lin Longwei, immersed in the stillness of the night, chose an isolated area on the outskirts of the Lin Clan's property to continue his nightly training. Moonlight cast a soft glow over the landscape, highlighting the determined figure of the young heir.

Clad in suitable exercise attire, Lin began his training routine. He lay on the cold ground, silently performing push-ups. The rhythmic breathing cut through the silence of the night as his muscles contracted and extended with each repetition.

After a significant number of push-ups, Lin stood up and started running in circles around a majestic tree. His steps were soft, almost inaudible, as he circled the tree repeatedly. The moonlight gleamed in his focused eyes.

Lin then dedicated himself to plyometric exercises, jumping in the air with surprising grace. His body defied gravity with each leap, touching the ground with remarkable precision. The night was his silent witness as he explored the limits of his agility.

Abdominal exercises followed, with Lin lying on the ground, raising his legs and torso in controlled movements. The stillness of the night was broken only by the sighs of effort from the young immortal. His body strengthened with each repetition.

Finally, Lin wielded a wooden sword, delving into martial arts skill training. His movements were fluid, a silent dance under the cloak of the starry night. Cuts, strikes, and defenses were executed with a mastery that surpassed Lin's apparent age.

The nighttime training continued until exhaustion. Lin, covered in a thin layer of sweat under the moonlight, finally concluded his session. His eyes gleamed with a mix of fatigue and accomplishment. The night had been a witness to Lin's tireless effort to transcend the limits of what an immortal body could achieve.