High above a beautiful mountain peak, within a secluded training ground…
Beneath a clear blue sky and drifting clouds, Yan Moxuan stood alone, his brows tightly furrowed as he stared at the scene before him.
"An illusion?"
He still remembered clearly that he had died… by the hand of that man called Li Feng.
He had been so weak and helpless against that monster.
"If only I had my full cultivation…"
Yan Moxuan gritted his teeth in frustration.
If it weren't for him having to limit his cultivation to the Qi Refinement Realm, then the result would have been different.
At the very least, he wouldn't have died like a helpless dog.
Just then, he noticed someone approaching.
Turning to look, he froze as he saw… his younger self.
"…"
Yan Moxuan stared in silence at the young boy, who looked sharp and serious, and yet… full of brightness compared to him.
Countless thoughts ran through his mind as he watched his younger self begin to practice diligently with a wooden sword.
