Rebirth of the primordial sovereign

he found himself staring at the low wooden ceiling above him. The air was damp, filled with the earthy scent of herbs, incense, and a strange se

n pierced his chest, jolting him to full awareness. He gasped, struggling to sit up, only to find his limbs shaki

was hoarse, distant, like a

t a pang of unease. He had once been an ageless figure, the pinnacle of strength and wisdom. But now, he was trapped in the

m, a trial for outer disciples to prove their worth and ascend to the rank of inner disciple. Success meant gaining access to better cultivation resources, techniques, and

r faint ink paintings-symbols of an era long passed, suggesting the owner of this room might be part of a sect or school of cul

t a throbbing headache seized him, forcing him to stop. Instead,

truck him like a bolt of light

y body-he had taken over someone els

agically weak. Weak enough to fail in the **Sect Promotion Exam**-the same exam that had nearly cost him his

ong, flowing black hair that fell to her waist and eyes as deep as pools of ink. Her gentle aura and the faint warmth of her presence belied the sharp intelligen

ce soft but filled with relief. "I thoug

piece together her identity. "Who... ar

th recognition. "I've been looking after you since..

he dots in his mind, but everything was foggy. "Sect Promotion Ex

hard, but your opponent, **Ryo**, was much stronger than you. His cultivation was

been-at the lowest level of cultivation, struggling to advance. And yet, the thought of facing someone at

asked, though a sinking feel

disciples and test you. It was supposed to be fair, but..." She trailed off, her expression darkening. "He we

Sect Promotion Exam** had been his downfall-but it wasn't just the exam itself tha

ands clenching at the bed. "I should be strong

ke again, her voice low. "Makoto... you had great potential. But after you were injured, you've been unable to

evered...** That explained why everything felt off. But there was somet

Weak enough to be taken down by someone like **Ryo**, and weaker still because of his failure to contr

son of one of the sect's elders. A man of **20 years**, brimming with talent, ambition, and envy. Kaizen had wanted **Yuna**, and Makoto, being an obstacle in his way,

memories fell into place. **Kaizen's jealousy,

uld not remain weak. He would not allow hims

voice firmer now. "I ne