Night Ming stood rooted to the spot in a daze, lowering his head to glance at the coarse black cloth covering his body.
He raised both hands again, repeatedly confirming that this frail yet vibrant body was real.
It felt utterly absurd.
His last memory remained fixed on the tragic battle in the Azure Star Sea Area.
Facing Shuyan's domain suppression, he had burned himself out, yet remained powerless to resist the collapsing tide.
In the end, he had sunk completely into darkness. That should have been an unchangeable conclusion.
But now.
The warm sunlight above his head, the breeze brushing his skin, the solid earth beneath his feet, and the weak yet genuine Qi and Blood circulating within his body.
I... have resurrected again?!
Unlike the last time he had awakened from a long slumber.
This time, he had been reborn completely anew.
He had lost the great power to move mountains and fill seas, as well as the imperial body that had carried countless glories.
Although this newly reborn body was frail, it was like a blank sheet of paper untouched by paint, possessing a purity that was difficult to describe.
It was like a tender shoot breaking through the soil in early spring, surging with vigorous life.
This was a vitality he had never felt, even at the peak of his power.
He instinctively drew in a deep breath. Pure air flowed into his lungs, so real that it was intoxicating.
So who was it?
Who possessed such heaven-defying power to pull him back from eternal oblivion?
The first person he thought of was Night Abyss, the general who had been utterly loyal to him and also the subordinate and family member he had relied on most.
Back then, Night Abyss had also revived him from his