After Han Guang-Jun Awakens, the Demonic Cultivation World Falls into Chaos

In his previous life, Lan Wangji severed his spiritual meridians and died by Wei Wuxian’s side.

As his life and cultivation faded, divine light descended from the heavens, and his shattered memories came crashing back.

He had once been the supreme god who governed the laws of Heaven and patrolled the Three Realms. And the Daoist companion who had smiled as he leapt from the cliff at Nightless City was, in fact, the Lord of Chaos, whose divine soul had passed through countless cycles of reincarnation to undergo tribulations in the mortal world.

A conspiracy and a double calamity had left two ancient deities in such a state, all because of schemes by insignificant mortals!

When he opened his eyes again, time had turned back, returning him to the lectures at Cloud Recesses.

Before him stood the young Lord of Chaos, not yet weathered by hardship, but already punished to kneel before the Discipline Stone for defending his senior sister.

His uncle Lan Qiren’s angry scolding still rang in his ears. The humiliations, false accusations, and tears of blood from his previous life burned in his heart like karmic fire.

This time, the Hanguang-Jun who had awakened from his slumber had not a trace of his former gentleness and decorum in his eyes.

There was only the divine might that had lain dormant for ten thousand years, and a cold, consuming obsession with what he had lost and regained.

He walked through the air of slaughter, ignoring the horrified crowd, and stopped directly in front of the kneeling youth. His blue, cloud-patterned sleeves stirred without a breeze, and thunderous power seemed to surround him.

Under Lan Qiren’s furious, astonished gaze, he bent down, took Wei Wuxian by the wrist, and helped him steadily to his feet.

His voice was not loud, yet it rang through the entire cultivation world like a decree from the heavens:

“Stand.”

“No one in this world is worthy of your kneeling.”