.Xuan Wei opened his eyes, and the world was not the one he remembered. Cold wind bit at his skin, and the distant roar of beasts made his heart race. Memories of his past life—of betrayals, failures, and the moment he had died—flooded back. He had been reborn.
Before him, a blade whistled through the air, missing his head by mere inches. His instincts screamed: this was no ordinary sect trial—this was a gauntlet of life and death, the kind that had ended his last life. Around him, cultivators with glinting eyes circled, sensing his vulnerability. None remembered him, yet all were threats.
"Those who hesitate… die." His own voice echoed in his mind, sharper than any sword. Xuan Wei's pulse quickened. This second chance would not be wasted. He had survived death once; this time, he would survive and rise.
He adjusted his stance, muscles taut. One misstep now, and death would claim him again. But he wouldn't fail. Not this time.