She sat up slowly, brushing dirt from her torn robes. A red petal drifted onto her palm, then dissolved into spirit particles. Seventh time , she counted. Seventh time waking up in this ruin, with this exact wound on my shoulder.
A faint laugh echoed from the shadows. A boy’s voice, ancient and amused. ONAOngoingSubA Will Eternal Yi Nian Yong Heng ...
To her left, a Foundation Establishment cultivator named Kun Lei was already screaming, clawing at his own dantian. “I broke through! I reached Core Formation! Why am I back?!” She sat up slowly, brushing dirt from her torn robes