In the vast Wilderness Continent, lies the Great Cloud Empire, safe and secure in its corner.

At the foot of a barren mountain, there is a thatched cottage. As the red sunrise just began to peek over the horizon, a stooped old man with a head of messy, faded hair and dressed in a grey robe, slowly emerged from the straw house. A strong sense of sorrow flickered through his cloudy eyes, after which he shakily began his climb up the barren mountain.

No one knows how much time had passed before the elderly man finally managed to reach the peak of the desolate mountain, and the sun had already begun to set in the west.

Staring at the soon-to-be setting sun, he let out a long, sorrowful sigh, mixed with a sense of regret and loneliness. The sun would rise again tomorrow after setting, but... would he have a chance to live again after his death?

His gaze shifted downward to a bottomless abyss that could presumably swallow him alive. Closing his eyes with despair, his mind filled with fleeting images of all the experiences he had in the past century.

His name was Yan Li. A hundred years ago, his soul had traveled to the Wilderness Continent, where martial prowess was the ultimate reverence. He had taken possession of a mediocre disciple from "Da Huang Palace". Perhaps due to the combination of souls, a mutation occurred. He became an outstanding disciple among the young generation of the palace, an iconic figure.

Back then, Lin Jingyun was not yet the famous legendary Sword Saint known across the continent, but a dark-hearted youth; Dragon Ziyue had just entered the sect, far from being revered as a Goddess by thousands.

Eventually, the future Sword Saint became his little brother, and the future Goddess surrendered to him, wholly smitten.

His cultivation level also skyrocketed, breaking through the Yuan realm in just three short years and achieving the Xuan realm. No one among the younger generation could compare. The Palace Master of Da Huang Palace personally announced him to be the next Palace Master.

At that time, he was full of ambition, believing the entire world was his.

But one night, a mysterious person sneaked into his room, shattering his cultivation foundation. From then on, no matter how hard he tried to cultivate, his cultivation level would never increase but rather regressed at a swift pace.

In less than a year, he had fallen from the Xuan realm all the way down to the Yuan realm.

Two years later, he regressed from the Yuan realm back to the Qi refining stage.

During the period, many high-ranking officers inside the palace had all tried to help him, even the Palace Master of Da Huang Palace personally examined him, but all efforts were fruitless.

From a nobody to a genius, and then from a genius back to a nobody!

It seemed as though the heavens had played a cruel joke on him.

Loneliness, helplessness, anger, his heart like dead ashes!

After consuming countless manpower and resources to no avail in trying to heal him, the Great Wilderness Palace finally gave up on him.

The subsequent looks of disdain, ridicule, and contempt chilled his heart, making him realize that this world was not his. Among the people sneering and looking down on him were many who previously flattered him. At that moment, he understood his place in this world.

Only two people never mocked him and never gave up on him - his brother and his beloved.

Unfortunately, he let them down. No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation level didn't increase. Instead, it decreased. Years later, he was reduced to a third-level Qi Refiner, a level even lower than the cleaning disciples of the Great Wilderness Palace.

He gave up and became a good-for-nothing, simply waiting for his end.

Despite his surrender, they never wavered, getting stronger and stronger, fetching him all sorts of heavenly treasures and spiritual pills, but... to no avail.

In a blink of an eye, ten years passed. One day, Lin Jingyun, covered in blood, brought him news - a group of strangers had taken away Long Ziyue.

From then on, Long Ziyue disappeared without a trace. Yan Li's heart completely died. He quietly left the Great Wilderness Palace, living in seclusion deep within a remote wilderness. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed, and he was now on his last legs.

A tear of old age slid down his face, narrating an endless sorrow and regret!

"Ziyue, if there is an afterlife, I will still love you." Yan Li dived headlong into the abyss, and darkness swallowed his figure.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his ears, Yan Li’s heart resembled a stagnant pool of water, no longer capable of stirring up the slightest ripple. He slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Li struggled to open his eyes again. He felt a piercing pain in his chest, and, simultaneously, intermittent sobs of a young girl float into his ear.

Extending his hand, he touched a layer of soft animal skin cushion. He tried to prop himself up, but a tearing pain surged from his chest.

"Mmm..."

His sword-like eyebrows furrowed, unable to resist a slight hum.

As his hum echoed, the weeps abruptly ceased. Shortly after, there was a crisp voice full of surprise ringing out, "Master Wu, Young Prince has woken up!"

A slight breeze brushed across his face, and Yan Li found another person in the compartment. He strained to turn his head, and a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared. The man seemed vaguely familiar.

"You…!"

"Young Prince, don't speak, it will affect your injuries."

A trace of joy flashed across the black-robed man's face as he quickly took out a small white medicinal pill exuding a faint fragrance to feed it to him.

Yan Li opened his mouth unconsciously. The pill melted immediately after it entered his mouth, turning into a warm current flowing towards his chest. This moment, he dearly wished to understand what was happening, but his mind was dominated by an overwhelming fatigue. His eyes slowly closed.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in the black robe heaved a relieved sigh. "Ling'er, take good care of the Young Prince."

"Yes," Ling'er replied, nodding quickly.

Yan Li regained consciousness again after an unknown period of time. However, he didn't open his eyes immediately. His chest was aching faintly, and he made an effort to integrate an extra set of memories not belonging to him.

Three days flew by in a blink of an eye.

Yan Li slowly opened his eyes, a hint of odd yet complex brilliance flashing in their depths. Within these three days, he had managed to process and merge a new set of memories.

He let out a deep breath, but couldn't suppress the excitement within.

He had been reborn. Reborn into the body of Li Li, son of Li Wu Ming, the prince who was supposed to have died a century ago in the vast land of Tian Huang.

"God, have you heard my pleas and granted me another chance?" Yan Li's gaze seemed to pierce through the compartment and reach the azure sky.

"Lin Jing Yun, my brother. Zi Yue, my love. I'm back. This life, I won't disappoint you. I will accompany you to the peak, laughing at life's vicissitudes. Those who ruined my life in the past... I won't let you go... You will pay a terrible price!"