Chapter 1:

In a very dark room two eyes slowly opened revealing yellow reddish light: "Is this actual reincarnation?" Seeing a dim light in front of him, he tried to stand but as soon as he did incredible pain run trough is entire body, his left leg broke under his weight making him fall on his side dislocating his shoulder he let out a dry and cut off groan. He had trouble breathing as if his lungs were collapse, out of breath and in pain he desperately crawls on the ground using his right side after about 5 or 10 seconds the smell of dirt touched his nose, quickly followed by the sensation of ground on his lips. A mix of joy and confusion burned into him as he realized that despite the pain he wished to live, tears would have come out if it wasn't for the state of extreme dehydration he was in. Without giving up on the light he reaches his hands as far as he could… he touched something with his fingertip hoping to use the thing he tried to reach just a bit further only to push it away making a light but sturdy sound scratching on the ground. Understanding immediately that the sound was produce by a stick hope surge in him ordering him to make the last effort to reach it. After painful seconds that felt like an eternity he grabs a hold of the stick and use it to stand on his right knee trying to breath without the weight of his body on his lung. Having a slightly better standing on his environment he tried to asset it, there's a rocky wall on his right side. However, only being able to barely use his right hand he couldn't get closer to it without dropping the stick, instead of giving up on it he decided to stick the tip in his mouth trying to use it as a third leg (mouth, knee, hand). The shard of the wood penetrate his palate thankfully to the awful state his body was in, only a few shy drops of blood drip across the stick only causing pain but no real loss of energy that he was already so low on. Now helped with the stick and the wall he could finally make progress towards the exit: "mouth, hand, knee, mouth, hand, knee" he repeats to himself only taking a quarter step at a time. All the while he made very slow progress he started to remember who and where he was. His named was Xian Yuusha the heir to the third best sect in the entire continent, the Strength of God sect, and the best of the powerful country Shinghai. He himself has the best talent the continent has seen in 5000 years possessing both the blood eagle eye and the hollow purple bone frame and the the dragon roar blood line only second to the true dragon blood line. At only the age of 10 he had reached the rebirth realm which is something that most adult cant dream of achieving in hundreds of years and by the age of twelve Xian had reach the middle of rebirth realm, feeling like his cultivation slowed down he was sent by his father the sect leader to go cultivate in the cave of spacial self in order for his true self to take shape which would give him an even better foundation allowing his cultivation to sky rocket.

At least, that was the plan but how could this be? There's no way that pathetic guy that had no ambition or desire, that live a life of eternal boredom is even remotely my true self! Not only that but my cultivation didn't upgrade for however long I was stuck in there and now my body is in such a miserable state.

Gritting his teeth in the stick, ignoring the pain that each step brought to him he focused all his might in reaching the light of the exit. He swore to himself that this would not be the end of him.

When he finally reached it a dozen of person stood there watching him pathetically trying to walk. Until one of them said hesitantly: "Little master Xian?" Only giving him a glare Xian kept walking and feeling his energy almost depleted, fell, but just before his face reached the ground one of the bystanders caught him in his arm and harboring a worried face he asked?: "little master Xian is this you? Are you ok?" Xian on the verge of death couldn't helped but be cynical; him that was feared and respected by everyone in the sect, a peerless practitioner at the very age of ten was now dying like a beggar after witnessing his suppose true self that was nothing but a-good-for-nothing. Fate is really ironic.

While his mind was trapped in cynical thought the man that was helping him gently remove the stick that was stuck in his mouth allowing Xian to breath the fresh air. Suddenly, his body that started to shake, his breathing accelerates, and his bone started to shrink along with the rest of his body being in incredible pain he lost consciousness. As of today, the one who were standing there witness something they never would of believe possible. What came out as what look like a living corpse covered in rashes with skin so dried and disgusting that even worm would have refused to eat and with disgusting dirty hair, was now sleeping soundly in the appearance of a healthy ten years old boy.