The Dragon Rises in Honghuang: Endless Reincarnation on a Path Against Fate

The agonizing pain of a sharp beak piercing his belly had not yet faded when Ao Zhen's eyes flew open. Before him was no underworld, but a sea of blood strewn with broken dragon horns and shattered scales. Dragon roars, phoenix cries, and the furious howls of qilin mingled in a frenzy all around him.

He looked down. His claws were still stained with the flesh of a phoenix he had just torn apart, and the pain from the broken dragon horn at his neck was terrifyingly vivid. This was the bloodiest, most bitter phase of the Dragon-Han Calamity, and he was nothing but a disposable foot soldier in the dragon vanguard, liable to be crushed at any moment.

In the next instant, the phoenix clan's flames would reduce him to ashes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still in that sea of blood. The pain was unchanged, but now he had the memories of his previous life.

So death was not the end. It was the horn that heralded reincarnation.