Cultivation Story: Reincarnation <Official — 2026>

The thug laughed, lunging forward with a heavy fist. Han Feng’s hand moved like a blur, not striking, but merely tapping the man’s wrist. CRACK.

He sat cross-legged. His meridians were clogged with worldly impurities, "trash" by his former standards. But he knew secrets the current world had forgotten. He didn't practice the basic Iron Skin technique his family provided. Instead, he breathed according to the Breath of the Primordial Chaos —a technique he’d looted from an ancient god’s tomb in the Higher Realms.

He wasn't on a celestial peak. He was lying on a thin straw mat in a cramped wooden shack. His body felt heavy, sluggish, and painfully frail. He looked at his hands—calloused, small, and lacking the translucent glow of a cultivator. Cultivation Story: Reincarnation

The sky over the Azure Cloud Sect was not blue, but a bruised purple, torn asunder by the final tribulation of the Immortal Ascension.

"In my last life, I became an Immortal and lost everything," Han Feng whispered, stepping over the fallen man toward the courtyard where the sounds of fighting were beginning. "In this life, I will stay a mortal longer, but I will make the heavens tremble before I am done." The thug laughed, lunging forward with a heavy fist

The massacre of the Han family was supposed to start today. Instead, the legend of the Sovereign of Rebirth began.

In his previous life, this was the day the rival Iron Fist Hall would raid his home, killing his father and kidnapping his sister, Ling’er. That grief had been the "fuel" for his cultivation, driving him to become a heartless monster. He sat cross-legged

"You have three breaths to leave," Han Feng said, his voice echoing with a weight that shouldn't belong to a boy. "One for your life. One for your soul. And one for the mercy I no longer possess."