Xiao Yuan jolted upright from his bed.
He looked around, gasping for breath.
"I... I'm not dead?"
The young man stared at his hands, which were still intact.
The horror and shock in those once deep, piercing eyes could not be concealed.
His name was Xiao Yuan.
He was the Holy Son of the Martial Immortal Hall, the strongest faction on the Heavenly Martial Continent.
The youngest Martial Venerable in the history of the Heavenly Martial Continent.
A peerless prodigy standing at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Martial Continent's pyramid.
But hadn't he already died?
The brutal scenes of the final battle flashed madly through his mind.
Mountains of corpses, seas of blood; the heavens wept blood.
He had been besieged by eight mid-stage Martial Saints of the Outer Realm Divine Race.
Even after burning away his essence and blood, his two fists had been no match for four hands. He had been blasted apart alive, ending in body and soul destroyed, not even bones remaining.
He abruptly raised his head.
He looked toward the scarlet blood moon beyond the window.
An inconceivable thought arose in his heart.
"Could it be... I've been reborn?"
"I, Xiao Yuan, was actually reborn to half a year before the Outer Realm Divine Race's invasion?"
He drew a deep breath.
Forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.
What followed was icy, bone-deep killing intent.
According to the memories of his past life.
Half a year later.
People from beyond the realm would shatter the boundary between worlds and descend upon the Heavenly Martial Continent.
Though their numbers were not great, their strength was terrifying. Even the weakest among them possessed the cultivation of a lower-stage Martial Saint.
And that was only because they were restricted by the Heavenly Martial Continent's world laws.
Otherwise, who