Drawing Sword: A Three-Foot Aura Wall from the Start

In the middle of the night, Ning Juhua was almost suffocated by a single breath. He struggled to push off the strange weight on top of him and shot upright. His mind was blank and dazed. It took a while for his consciousness to return. This was... As his memories came back, he was stunned all over again. He clearly remembered working the night shift at the factory. In the middle of the night, a fire had suddenly broken out. Flammable raw materials in the warehouse caught fire and exploded. He hadn't had time to escape before the flames swallowed him. Now... Had someone rescued him? Was I still alive?

But where was this place? Why did it feel as if he were still at the fire scene?

Scattered flames still flickered nearby, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and burning.

Suddenly, his ears rang and his head spun. A powerful stream of memories that weren't his surged into his sea of consciousness. Before he could think it through, he fainted again... When he woke once more and felt his small arms and legs, he realized he had gone from being an adult to a teenage boy. He had transmigrated. "I actually transmigrated!"

As his memories continued to merge, fury burned in his heart like a tangible flame. What happened next is the story this book will tell.

The story, characters, and settings in this book are all fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.