As Liu Zhenyu's consciousness slowly stirred, he found himself in the confines of a dimly lit room. The echoes of unfamiliar voices and the cold touch of stone beneath him confirmed the reality of his new existence. Opening his eyes, he gazed around the plain room adorned with simple wooden shelves and scrolls. It was the room of a young cultivator, a stark contrast to the grandeur he once knew as the Divine Sovereign.
Whispers of rumors about Zhang Tianlong, the weak and pitiful young master of the Zhang Clan, filled his mind. Liu Zhenyu whispered the name to himself, testing its unfamiliarity on his lips. "Zhang Tianlong..."
Clenching his fists, he sensed the remnants of his formidable spiritual power within him, but it felt heavily suppressed, as if bound by an invisible force. Determined to understand his current predicament, he turned his attention inward, probing the depths of Zhang Tianlong's body with his spiritual senses.
In the span of a heartbeat, he felt the delicate balance of his new body's spiritual energies. Something wasn't right. Liu Zhenyu's instincts told him that the key to reclaiming his lost power lay within the mysteries of Zhang Tianlong's suppressed abilities.
Drawing on the memories of his past life as the Divine Sovereign, he pondered the vast knowledge of cultivation he once possessed. Different techniques and methods danced at the edge of his recollection. There had to be a way to overcome this suppression and restore his strength.
As he explored the possibilities, a memory flashed before him—of an ancient cultivation art renowned for its ability to unlock hidden potential and heal the body. "The Art of Celestial Vitality," Liu Zhenyu murmured, the name of the technique echoing in his mind.
While he couldn't remember the art in its entirety, he knew that it had the power to purify and fortify the meridians—the channels through which spiritual energy flowed. If he could revitalize Zhang Tianlong's meridians, perhaps he could break free from the suppression.
However, he also understood the danger of rash actions. Revealing his true identity and intentions could jeopardize everything. Liu Zhenyu decided to keep his knowledge of the Art of Celestial Vitality a secret, planning to explore the possibilities at a later time when he had gathered more information about the Zhang Clan.
As the hours passed, Liu Zhenyu continued to explore Zhang Tianlong's body and familiarize himself with its intricacies. The suppressed energy within him stirred restlessly, as if yearning to be set free. He made a silent vow to unleash the full might of the Divine Sovereign once more, but the timing had to be perfect.
The courtyard outside the room was adorned with cherry blossom trees swaying gently in the breeze. Liu Zhenyu's eyes fixated on the blossoms, memories of his previous life intertwining with his current reality. He had once stood atop mountains, controlling the very elements and commanding the heavens. Now, he was hidden in the shadows of a new identity, an identity that held the potential to uncover the truths of his rebirth.
As dusk descended, bathing the estate in hues of orange and purple, Liu Zhenyu's thoughts turned to the enigma that was his father, Zhang Feng—the patriarch of the Zhang Clan. It was time to face his father and attempt to understand the family he now belonged to. There were questions he needed to ask, and secrets that needed to be unearthed.
A firm knock on the door broke his reverie, and Liu Zhenyu turned to find an elder standing in the doorway, looking at him with disdain. "You there, Zhang Tianlong," the elder said gruffly. "Your father requests your presence in the main hall."
Liu Zhenyu's eyes turned colder than ice, a fleeting flash of his true nature surfacing. He masked it quickly, his expression unyielding, but the elder's disdainful gaze did not go unnoticed.
"I will come," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion.
The elder's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, before turning away without another word. Liu Zhenyu watched the elder's retreating figure, his heart filled with a mix of curiosity and determination. He knew that facing his father was only the beginning of the path he would tread, and he was prepared to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead.
As Liu Zhenyu made his way to the main hall, he remained ignorant of the impending martial arts competition or any other details of the Zhang Clan. His journey of rediscovery had just begun, and the legend of the once-mighty Divine Sovereign, now cloaked in the guise of Zhang Tianlong, would unfold in a captivating and extraordinary journey of hope, arrogance, kindness, and revenge.