He sat up suddenly, his forehead soaked with cold sweat, and his pupils shrank violently in the darkness, as if he could still see the catastrophe that burned the galaxy three hundred years ago - the destruction of his family, the tragic death of his brother, his sister Ling Yueli turned to ashes in his arms, and the ferocious face of his enemy Mo Chen was engraved in the depths of his soul like a brand.
"I... Am not dead?"
He looked down at his hands. The skin was delicate and the joints were clear. There were no traces of time, let alone scars from the battle.
A wave of ecstasy burst out of his chest like lava, almost bursting through his throat.
He succeeded!
Reversing time and space, burning his soul, and at the expense of Venerable Burning Sky's lifelong cultivation, he finally returned to three hundred years ago - 2050, when all the tragedies had not yet begun!
"Mo Chen..."
