Lin Beichen's family personally destroyed his martial arts foundation, then came back three years later on a rainy night to make sure he was dead.
The dagger pierced his third rib, exactly where his foundation had been shattered years ago. He lay in the rainwater on the rooftop as his consciousness sank into darkness.
Then he heard a voice. It came from between his bones, like an ancient bell that had not rung in a thousand years, struck once:
“First time.”
When he woke again, his fatal wound had become a mere flesh wound. All three assassins lay dead. A new crack had appeared on the rusty ancient ring on his left hand.
He could turn back time by only ten minutes. He had an ancient martial arts manual. And a remnant soul who called itself the “Ring Spirit.”
By the time Lin Beichen finally carved out a path through the underground martial arts world and was about to claim the top spot on the Heavenly Ladder Rankings, the massive organization pulling the strings finally emerged from the shadows.
They called him the “Ring Vessel.” He was the ring’s seventeenth Host. The previous sixteen had all died from the ring’s backlash.
And the Ring Spirit inside the ancient ring, the one that taught him techniques and saved his life, was waiting in the deepest part of his consciousness for his body to break through to the seventh tier...
Then it would take over everything.
“A thousand years. At last, I’ve found a suitable body.”
Lin Beichen took off the ancient ring and set it on the table. He smiled. “Then wait another thousand years.”
True strength never relies on outside help.
