When the school bully pushed him against the toilet wall and beat him, Lin Chen suddenly had three thousand years of memories of cultivating immortality in his mind.
There was a muffled sound, his back hit the cold tiles hard, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. The yellow-haired Zhang Hao in front of him flicked his wrist and sprayed spittle in his face: "Poor man, how many times have I told you, if you don't pay the protection fee this week, one of your legs will be broken."
The three followers around him burst into laughter, and someone kicked Lin Chen's knee.
At this moment, half of the cyan jade pendant worn close to Lin Chen's chest suddenly became hot, like a red-hot iron burning into his flesh. In an instant, countless strange and familiar images rushed into my mind like a torrent - the sect's main hall on the top of the sea of clouds, the three-foot green blade that shattered the stars, the white-clothed figure under the ninth level of thunder, and a magic formula that shocked the soul:
"The sky and earth are black and yellow, the energy sinks into the Dantian, attracts spiritual energy into the body, and builds the foundation of all dharma."
Lin Chen was shocked.
He remembered.
He is not Lin Chen, who is the last in the ordinary high school in this third-tier town. He is Ling Xuan, an immortal from the Qingyun Sect who has not been seen for thousands of years. He was betrayed by his best friend when he was going through a tribulation. When his soul was shattered, he used the jade pendant of his life to protect a trace of his remaining soul, and he was reincarnated here...
