The night wind howled wildly, biting through bone. At the bottom of the steep abyss, a young man stood, his body tattered, breath ragged, blood soaking his torn black robes.
The sky above was pitch-black. The sound of footsteps and the shouts of warriors echoed from the cliff's edge, creating a suffocating symphony of death.
"IN THE NAME OF THE MURIM ALLIANCE, DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!"
Hundreds of warriors surrounded him, their faces twisted with hatred. Some were elders of great sects, others leaders of renowned clans. Among them stood figures who once called him brother—now raising their swords against him.
The young man lifted his face. His eyes were sharp, yet weary. His hair was disheveled, filthy, and streaked with blood. His name… no longer mattered.
Once, he was known as General Demonic Thunder, the right hand of the Lord Demonic. Feared for his destructive power and thunder techniques that could wipe out dozens of warriors in an instant.
But tonight, he was no longer a general. He was just a fugitive, alone, hunted by a world that never understood him.
"How ironic…" he murmured. "Once, I protected them. And now look at them…"
His hand trembled. The wound in his chest was too deep. His inner energy was shattered.
His gaze flickered toward the abyss below—dark, endless. Here lay his final choice: perish by their hands, or…
"Rather than dying at the hands of cowards who sold their souls for the title of 'alliance'… I'd rather choose my own death!"
Without hesitation, he leapt.
His body plummeted at great speed. The wind slapped against his face, yet he did not scream. No fear remained. Only silence—and a single whisper in his heart.
"If only… I could live again… I would eradicate the demonic world… I would repay every sin they branded upon me…"
"...And I would save my family—the family I never got to see before it was destroyed."
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As his body struck the depths of the abyss, the world turned white. No pain, no sound. Only light… and then absolute darkness.
…
A newborn's cry pierced through the air.
"HUAA!!"
A young woman, drenched in sweat, her face pale but filled with love, cradled the tiny infant in her arms. Beside her, a middle-aged man sobbed, holding his wife's hand.
"He… he's our son…" the man whispered, voice trembling.
The baby wailed loudly, but slowly, his cries softened—quieter, gentler. His eyes opened, gazing at the woman's face.
Lin Tian froze.
'Is this… a dream?' he thought. But everything felt too real.
He was a baby. This weak, fragile body—it was his. But… his mind was not. He still carried all his memories—the brutal training, the demonic experiments, and the devastating defeat at that cliff.
Tears fell—not from his newborn body, but from something deeper. Because… he recognized that face.
"Mother…"
The woman's eyes widened. "Dear… he… he spoke?!"
His father laughed heartily, grasping the tiny hands of his son. "Haha! Genius! My son is a genius!"
The cries turned into laughter. The world once filled with blood and betrayal now began with the gentle sound of family. Lin Tian closed his eyes, relishing the warmth of his mother's embrace.
For the first time… he felt safe.
'I am reborn… God, you've granted me another chance… I, Lin Tian, swear. In this life, I will not let tragedy repeat itself.'
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A few hours later, a young girl around ten years old entered the room. Her long black hair flowed behind her, her smile bright as she gazed at the tiny infant cradled in her mother's arms.
"This is my little brother? He's so cute!" she chirped. "I am Lin Qingyu, your big sister!"
Lin Tian stared at that familiar face. Though younger and filled with joy, he would never forget her. His sister. The only family who had endured in his past life.
The girl who defied fate in her own way, who had ultimately fallen on the battlefield trying to protect what remained of the Lin family.
'This time, I will protect you.'
Lin Qingyu kissed his cheek. "What's his name?"
His mother smiled weakly. "Lin Tian."
His father nodded. "The mighty sky. Because this child will be our pride. Lin Tian."
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And so, this story began.
A demonic general who perished in silence… now reborn as Lin Tian—the infant of the Lin Clan, a noble family wielding lightning energy.
Yet no one knew… that the adorable child carried vengeance, love, and promises yet unfulfilled.
And the Murim world, which remained calm on the surface… would never be the same again.