His feet touched solid ground.
He opened his eyes.
Xu Yuan found himself standing in a Martial Arts Arena built entirely of gray-white stone.
The air was bitterly cold, its chill piercing to the bone.
He had become a seven-year-old girl, holding a short Bone Sword.
Not far away, his older sister lay on the ground.
Yalita.
She was covered in blood and lay motionless.
What happened?
Xu Yuan thought for a moment before he remembered.
He and his sister had both tested as having Top Grade aptitude.
Their family wanted her to marry the clan leader's son.
She had refused.
This was what refusing had earned her.
As for him—
He had chosen to agree.
That was why he could stand here unharmed.
Xu Yuan studied Yalita.
Though she was only seven, the shape of her brows and eyes already hinted at the woman she would become.
The woman who had stood in the desert of the Second Layer of Nine Nether Prefecture, looking down on all beneath heaven.
Unfortunately—
She was not a true Blood Saint.
Xu Chengan had said to his face that she had failed the Blood Saint Ritual.
Xu Yuan looked away and turned his attention to his own body.
His body...
His cultivation was indeed gone. After all, this was the body of a seven-year-old girl.
It seemed weak.
But that was only on the surface.
In truth, he still had all his combat skills and experience.
More reassuring still—
All the power he possessed as an immortal species was still there!
The Qi Refining First Layer cultivation was probably there to fit this identity and this period of history.
As for whether he revealed his full strength next, that was his choice to make.
A line of tiny text appeared before his eyes: