The Legacy of Weakness

The sky was filled with dark clouds, as if nature itself refused to let any light reach the earth.

Cold winds crept through the trees, rustling their leaves and filling the atmosphere with an eerie silence.

Everything around Lin Tian symbolized stillness and cold, except inside him, where flames of determination burned fiercely.

As he walked toward the northern mountain, his mind wasn't as calm as usual.

He now clearly remembered everything about the original owner of this body, the young man also named Lin Tian.

He wasn't just an ordinary weakling; his weakness had a much deeper story than simply failing to cultivate or train.

It was a story of long suffering and injustice, one in which this body was trapped in a continuous cycle of disappointment and loss.

Memories began to flood in...

The original Lin Tian was born into a modest family within the "Spirit Sword Sect," one of the smaller sects that barely held any importance among the giants of the cultivation world.

In childhood, Lin Tian was considered gifted. He showed signs of promise in cultivation, and his family believed he had a bright future. But as time passed, a strange problem emerged.

Whenever Lin Tian attempted to train seriously, he would feel an inexplicable pain, a pain that surged through his body as if something inside him was preventing him from absorbing spiritual energy correctly.

At first, everyone thought the pain was just a part of adjusting to cultivation, something that could be overcome with time and practice.

But the pain persisted, and there was no sign of progress in his training.

His family grew concerned and called upon doctors from all over the sect, but no one could explain what was happening to him.

Even the highest-ranking masters in the Spirit Sword Sect couldn't determine the cause. Some said it was a curse, while others claimed he was born with a weak soul.

Eventually, it was concluded that Lin Tian was simply incapable of cultivating.

This wasn't just a disappointment, it was a devastating blow.

In this world, where power ruled everything, being unable to cultivate meant that you were weak, and worthless in the eyes of everyone.

Over time, his family began to abandon him, treating him like a heavy burden.

Even within the sect, no one took Lin Tian seriously anymore.

As the years passed, his weakness became a mark of shame.

The boy who was born with great hopes turned into a target of ridicule and scorn.

Worse still, some of his fellow sect members took advantage of his weakness, stealing his resources and leaving him to die on that deserted mountain.

But the truth that no one realized was much deeper.

Inside the original Lin Tian's body was a mysterious spiritual flaw, an ancient power hiding within him, preventing him from cultivating normally.

This power wasn't a curse, it was something far older and greater than anyone in the Spirit Sword Sect could understand.

There was a sealed spiritual layer within his body, as if something or someone had locked away his full potential.

Had he discovered this earlier, he might have been one of the greatest cultivators.

Lin Tian (the emperor) reflected on this painful past.

"What a tragedy!" he muttered to himself as he walked steadily, his eyes narrowing as he thought about the pain this body had endured.

"The true weakness wasn't in this body... but in those around it. It was the sect itself that buried him alive."

Lin Tian now knew that he didn't just need to regain his own power, but also uncover the secret behind the mysterious seal that had blocked this body's progress.

The body's weakness may have been the reason why the original Lin Tian was left to die, but this was not the end of the story.

It was now an opportunity for the immortal emperor to reclaim his glory and rebuild the strength he once wielded.

However, he first had to survive the present. The immense power he had wielded in his previous life was no longer in his grasp, and he would have to start from scratch, just as he had done before.

After hours of continuous walking, the northern mountain finally came into view.

The northern mountain was unlike any other place. Its peaks were covered in ice year-round, surrounded by an aura of mystery and danger.

Anyone who had heard of it knew that it wasn't a place one could simply enter.

Rumors spoke of ancient forces dwelling within the mountain, creatures said to lurk in its caves, creatures that could devour anyone daring enough to approach.

But to Lin Tian, this mountain marked the beginning of his path to revenge.

He had heard rumors in the village about the mysterious man said to possess ancient secrets, and perhaps this man was the key to understanding what had happened to this body and how to overcome its current weakness.

He reached the foot of the mountain just as the sun was setting.

The winds grew stronger, and the cold began to seep into his bones.

Yet, the thought of turning back never crossed his mind. He gazed at the towering peak, shrouded in thick clouds.

The mountain didn't intimidate him, it challenged him.

"I will climb... and I will uncover all the secrets this place holds."

Lin Tian began his slow ascent, using every ounce of strength left in his body to climb the slippery, ice-covered rocks.

It was a difficult task, and his weakened body wasn't helping. Despite the pain he felt, he was determined to reach the summit.

The original Lin Tian's past was marked by a series of defeats and betrayals.

He had been born with hope, and his family had once seen him as the key to their future within the Spirit Sword Sect. But fate had dealt him a cruel hand.

Over time, as he failed to make any progress in his cultivation, even those closest to him grew distant.

At first, his parents believed he would eventually overcome the strange affliction that plagued him.

They spent their resources on finding remedies and consulting elders. But when no improvement came, their hope turned into frustration.

They grew cold and detached, eventually abandoning him, both emotionally and physically.

He had become nothing but a disappointment, a reminder of their wasted efforts.

The sect itself, which had once had high expectations for him, grew indifferent.

Lin Tian had been left with nothing but empty promises and broken relationships.

His once bright future had turned into a daily struggle for survival, as others took advantage of his weakness, bullying and exploiting him without fear of consequences.

All of this had shaped the original Lin Tian into someone fragile, but the current Lin Tian the reincarnated emperor, had no intention of letting such a fate continue.

The weakness of this body was temporary, and once he uncovered the source of the spiritual block, nothing would stand in his way.

By the time Lin Tian reached halfway up the mountain, night had fallen.

The temperature dropped even further, and the winds howled like hungry beasts.

He wrapped his torn robe tighter around his body, his breath forming small clouds in the freezing air.

Despite the harsh conditions, Lin Tian pressed on. Each step was a struggle, each movement painful, but his will remained unshaken.

He had endured far worse in his past life, and compared to the betrayals and battles he had fought, this was nothing.

Finally, he saw it, a faint light in the distance, near the summit of the mountain.

It flickered through the thick snow, like a beacon calling to him.

His instincts told him that this was where he needed to go.

As he took another step forward, determination surged through him.

"The path of weakness ends here."

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