The soul-splitting agony cut to the bone, and Lin Chen snapped his eyes open.
Before him was neither the shattered firmament of the immortal realm, tainted by demonic energy, nor the sinister faces of the immortals and Buddhas filling the sky before his Dao was destroyed and his life ended. Instead, he saw a somewhat old-fashioned but clean and tidy bedroom.
The walls were yellowing white. Thick high school textbooks were piled on the desk, and an outdated celebrity poster was still stuck to the wall. The air carried a faint scent of laundry detergent, along with the fresh scent of plants drifting in through the window on an early summer breeze.
“Where is this...” See how Lin Chen, reborn, reverses the flow of time
