The sky was bleeding.
Thunder cracked like divine judgment across the heavens, and golden flames rained down upon the ruins of the Sacred Dragon Palace. Once the seat of power for the strongest clan in the world—now reduced to ash.
At the heart of the destruction stood a man.
His robes, once clean and flowing with celestial light, were soaked in blood. His long black hair, now silver-streaked from overuse of divine qi, whipped in the wind. His eyes—once full of wisdom and strength—were hollow.
He was the Heavenly Ancestor. The supreme cultivator of his era.
And he had lost everything.
"So this is how it ends…" he muttered, collapsing to his knees.
His voice was hoarse, more from betrayal than battle. In his hand, he clutched a cracked jade pendant—his final connection to her.
"I gave her my everything. My heart… my soul… and she…""...used it to stab me in the back."
He laughed. A broken, bitter sound that echoed across the dead valley.
The memory was still fresh.
The warm smile that didn't reach her eyes.The gentle hands that once healed his wounds... now driving a blade through his chest.The kiss on his forehead as she watched him bleed.
"Thank you, my lord," she had whispered. "With your death, I can finally ascend."
The world blurred. The ground cracked beneath him, and celestial qi began to scatter. His cultivation, once untouchable, was crumbling.
"I was too soft. Too blinded by love. Too trusting.""That ends now."
As his life slipped away, the heavens stirred.
A vortex of divine energy formed above, far beyond mortal understanding. A voice—ancient, cold, and infinite—echoed inside his mind.
"Heavenly Ancestor… You have been judged.For your pride, your kindness, your mistake...You will be given one chance. Rewrite your fate. Or fall again."
His eyes widened as the light consumed him. His body vanished. His soul twisted—compressed and torn through time.
And then—Silence.
...
Birds chirped. A breeze passed. The scent of plum blossoms filled the air.
He gasped, sitting up.
No blood. No pain.
He looked at his hands—young, unscarred. He touched his chest—no wound. No sword.
Then he recognized it—the training courtyard of the Azure Moon Pavilion, the place where he first began his cultivation journey.
"I'm… back?"
His heart pounded.
"This qi... this body... I've returned to my youth."
Slowly, a grin stretched across his face—not gentle, not kind.
"Good. This time, I won't be weak.""This time, I won't hesitate.""This time... I will rise above the heavens themselves."
by the way the MC is Ye Tian the person that betrayed him was the waifu well ex waifu anyways her name is Li Xue`er