That night, Dongfang Qingfeng returned to his small courtyard alone. As he pushed open the wooden door, the dimly lit room greeted him. It was simply furnished, with only a wooden bed and a desk. He lit an oil lamp, leaned against his bed, and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Is this really how it ends?" he murmured softly.
But what could he do? His body was inherently weak, unable to sense spiritual energy. No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.
Fatigue gradually overtook him, and he unknowingly drifted into sleep.
Yet at that moment, a strange yet familiar scene surfaced in his mind.
A blood-red sky. War and destruction. Endless corpses strewn across the land.
He saw a man clad in black armor, standing at the pinnacle of the battlefield, wielding a blood-stained divine sword. Behind him, countless powerful cultivators knelt in submission. Opposing him was a supreme celestial figure, radiating golden light, staring at him with an emotionless gaze.
"The cycle of reincarnation has begun… the karma remains unfinished…"
The black-clad man's voice was deep and ancient, filled with an indescribable sense of authority and sorrow.
The next moment, Dongfang Qingfeng jolted awake, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding violently.
"What… what was that?"
He could clearly recall every detail of the dream, and it didn't feel like a mere illusion. Rather, it was as if… a buried memory deep within his soul had resurfaced!
"Reincarnation… karma… Could it be that in my past life, I was that black-armored man?"
Dongfang Qingfeng's mind reeled in shock. He couldn't comprehend the meaning of the dream, but somehow, he felt that this could be the key to changing his fate!