I, the Devouring Dao Ancestor, Crush a Reborn Adversary from the Start

The icy sensation of suffocation ebbed away like a tide. Ling Ji abruptly opened his eyes. A chaotic Dao pattern flashed briefly in his pupils. Before him stood a carved sandalwood bed and a brocade quilt embroidered with cloud patterns. Outside the window, he heard the familiar shouts from the training ground. “Is this… the Ling family from three hundred years ago?”