Return of The Immortal Emperor

Under a gloomy sky, covered by dark clouds heralding an impending storm, the mountain stood deserted, with only the sound of wind whipping through the tall trees.

Amidst the sharp rocks, there lay a body, a young man dressed in torn clothes, covered in dried blood and dirt.

The fierce winds tousled his long, tangled hair, and there was nothing in his appearance that indicated life.

Suddenly, in the midst of this eerie stillness, the young man's body trembled slightly.

His fingers moved, followed by his eyelids, and in a single moment, his eyes opened, revealing a deep expression of shock.

He stared at the cloud-filled sky for a moment, as if unaware of where he was.

Inside him, memories surged like a flood, memories not his own, but of a man who had lived another life, a life filled with power and betrayal.

Lin Tian, the name engraved in his soul for thousands of years, had returned to his mind. But it wasn't just any name; once, he had been the ruler of realms, the immortal emperor whom none could challenge.

But everything changed when he was betrayed.

In a fierce battle against his most powerful allies, his soul was torn to shreds, and he fell from his throne.

He believed he had perished forever, but now, here he was, in a weak, frail body.

"How did I return here?" he murmured quietly, feeling disoriented.

This body was unfamiliar to him, but now he knew that this frail young man was also called Lin Tian, a lowly disciple of the "Spiritual Sword Sect," one of the lowest sects, barely worth mentioning.

Despite sharing the same name, the difference between the two was as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

New memories flooded his mind. The young man who had lived in this body had been defeated, once the hope of his family, but due to his weakness and failure to advance in cultivation, he was abandoned by his sect, and even by his family.

To make things worse, he had been betrayed by his friends, who exploited his trust, stole his resources, and left him here to die on this desolate mountain.

Lin Tian pondered that betrayal, and a bitter smile crept across his lips.

"Betrayal, once again…" he whispered to himself.

This was no mere coincidence, fate itself was playing with him.

But this time, he was prepared. No one would stand in his way again.

He took a deep breath, despite the pain in his chest. Slowly, he sat up, placing his hand on his aching chest.

The body was in a pitiful state, weak and exhausted. He could barely sit without feeling dizzy.

"This body is far too weak…" he thought, as he touched his frail muscles.

A body like this wouldn't even withstand the simplest cultivation techniques he had once used in his past life.

Yet Lin Tian was not a man who yielded to circumstances. He had started from nothing once before, and he would do it again, but this time, armed with unparalleled knowledge.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, leaning against a nearby rock for support. He glanced around at the harsh wilderness.

The mountain was deserted, far from any human life, which meant no one would come to rescue him.

If he wanted to survive, he would have to rely on himself. Taking slow steps, he felt exhaustion in his body, as if every movement was a challenge.

His body groaned under the weight of fatigue and wounds, but his mind was clear, filled with determination.

He needed to start by strengthening this frail body, but where should he begin? He was once the immortal emperor of cultivation, possessing countless secrets and techniques, but this body couldn't endure any advanced technique at the moment. He had to begin with the basics.

He sat back down and took a deep breath. He began regulating his breathing slowly, using a very simple cultivation technique, a technique he had learned thousands of years ago.

This technique was designed for novice disciples who hadn't yet learned to absorb spiritual energy.

But in his current state, it was the only way to gather even the faintest spiritual energy into his body.

Closing his eyes, he focused, sensing the spiritual energy in the air around him. It was faint, barely noticeable, but in this desolate place, there were faint currents of energy carried by the wind.

Slowly, he began drawing that energy into his body, feeling a light warmth flowing through his veins.

The process was slow and painful. His body wasn't accustomed to the flow of spiritual energy, and each wave of energy caused a slight discomfort.

Yet he did not stop. Despite the pain, he knew this was the only way to regain his strength. After long hours of continuous training, he began to feel a slight improvement.

His strength had not returned yet, but he began to sense a hint of vitality returning to his body.

After finishing the first session, he opened his eyes and looked toward the horizon.

The sky had started to turn the colors of dawn. The long night had passed, and it was time for action.

He stood up once more, this time with a greater sense of stability.

He looked down the mountain, contemplating the path he must take.

There was no room for retreat or surrender. If he wanted to survive, he had to find a way to reclaim his power.

And the only way to do that was to step into this world and confront his new reality.

In his mind, a plan began to form. He would start by seeking revenge against those who had betrayed him.

Whether in his past or current life, he would not let the traitors go unpunished.

This frail body would be the first step toward his return to the summit.

"Spiritual Sword Sect…" he whispered to himself, recalling the sect that had abandoned him.

It was nothing more than a small sect, but reclaiming his position there would be his first step.

After that, he would move on to his true goal, regaining his former power and challenging the heavens themselves.

As the morning sun began to rise, Lin Tian started his descent from the mountain with steady steps.

There was no fear in his eyes, only an unbreakable resolve.

He knew the road would be long and filled with hardship, but if there was one thing he had learned from his past life, it was that an unyielding will was the true source of strength.

And so, the journey of the immortal emperor began anew.

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