For almost his entire life, he had been preparing for this moment.
While the world followed the seventeen established cultivation paths, he chose something
impossible. Something forbidden. Something that should not exist.
He tried to turn imagination into reality.
In a world ruled by rigid laws and ancient cultivation systems, imagination was considered nothing
more than a useless dream. But he believed otherwise.
If imagination could shape thoughts… if thoughts could shape will… then why couldn't will shape
reality itself?
For decades he researched, experimented, and sacrificed everything—friends, family, reputation,
and even his own lifespan.
Countless people mocked him. Many called him insane. Yet he endured it all because deep inside
his heart he carried countless regrets from his past.
If imagination could become reality, then perhaps the impossible could be achieved. Perhaps even
the past itself could be changed.
And today, after a lifetime of effort, he had finally succeeded.
Above the sky, dark clouds gathered violently. Lightning roared like the wrath of heaven and the
world trembled.
Suddenly the sky shattered with thunder. Nine enormous lightning dragons descended from the
heavens, twisting across the sky like divine punishments.
It was clear—Heaven had noticed, and Heaven wanted it destroyed.
But Heaven was not the only one who noticed. Experts, sect leaders, and hidden old monsters
rushed toward the disturbance.
Because whenever Heaven tried to destroy something, it meant only one thing: a supreme treasure
had appeared.
Standing at the center of the storm, the man lifted his head calmly despite the injuries covering his Behind him, the people he trusted most revealed their killing intent. Disciples, allies, and partners
surrounded him.
He wasn't surprised. Before unimaginable power, even loyalty could break.
Among them, only six people did not betray him—but they were immediately killed.
Blood stained the ground. The man closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again—cold and
prepared.
He had already made preparations long ago. If everything failed, he would destroy everything so no
one could take his secrets.
A violent explosion erupted and the mountain collapsed into dust as his teleportation formation
activated.
When he appeared again, he froze. Waiting for him were the true rulers of the world—the
Dominators of the Nine Regions.
Above them burned elemental dragons of lightning, fire, water, and wind. Escape was impossible.
The battle that followed shook the world itself.
But in the end, he lost.
His body was destroyed—one arm gone, one leg barely supporting him, blood flowing endlessly.
Greedy cultivators approached him slowly. To them, he was no longer a person but a treasure.
"Share the secret of your path," one said. "We may grant you a painless death."
The man laughed weakly as blood flowed from his mouth.
In his final moments memories flashed through his mind—his childhood, his mistakes, and his
regrets.
If only he could return to the past. He would change everything.
Then he remembered his power: imagination.
If imagination could become reality, perhaps even time could be rewritten.
With his final breath he imagined only one thing—returning to the past.
The sky exploded with lightning, volcanoes erupted, animals howled, and cultivators everywhere
sensed something impossible.
Ancient unknown scriptures appeared around him as reality twisted and time itself began to
reverse. Mountains shifted backward. Rivers flowed in reverse. The world seemed to rewind.
Then everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, it felt like waking from a long sleep.
He looked at his hands—young and uninjured.
He rushed to the calendar and saw the date.
It was the same day everything had begun.
His body trembled. Had he truly returned to the past?
Or was this only an illusion created by his imagination before death?
He clenched his fist and his eyes sharpened.
There was only one way to know.
If this was truly the past, then this time he would change everything.