I, the Devouring Dao Ancestor, Kill the Reborn Ones at the Beginning

The cold suffocating feeling receded like a tide. Ling Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and a streak of chaos flashed across his pupils. In front of him was a carved sandalwood bed, a brocade quilt embroidered with cloud patterns, and the familiar shouts from the martial arts training ground outside the window. "This is... The Ling family from three hundred years ago?"