Reincarnation Legend

However, just when everyone believed that Feng Yurui was doomed and would die, the light that originally surrounded him suddenly became extremely bright, as dazzling as a scorching sun, and then suddenly shrank inwards.

In this sudden change of light, Feng Yurui was miraculously reborn. He slowly opened his eyes, and they no longer reflected the gentleness they once had, but instead an endless coldness and determination. His brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and his facial muscles twitched slightly with anger.

Feng Yurui was wearing a slightly torn but still mysterious black Taoist robe, with faint runes visible on it. He was tall but slightly thin, with his black hair scattered casually.

He slowly stood up, his body trembling slightly. It wasn't from weakness, but from the uncontrollable anger surging within him. His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced coldly at the people of Jueqing Sect. He said in a cold voice, "Jueqing Sect, I, Feng Yurui, will repay you double for today's vengeance!"

At this moment, he was like a lion awakening from sleep, exuding a powerful and mysterious aura that was terrifying.

"Brother Feng, you're finally awake!" A young man beside Feng Yurui excitedly held Feng Yurui's hand and asked in a choked voice, "Are you okay?"

Feng Yurui looked up at him, shook his head slightly, then turned and walked out the door.

Just as Feng Yurui was leaving, an old voice sounded in the empty palace.

"Junior Brother Feng, please wait a moment!"

This voice came from the seat of the leader of Jueqing Sect.

Feng Yurui paused, turned around, and asked calmly, "Master, what advice do you have?"

The sect leader frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You have just woken up and your injuries have not healed yet, so don't use your magic power yet."

Feng Yurui nodded and said, "Disciple understands."

The sect leader looked at the elders behind Feng Yurui, and finally cast his gaze on the blood sword on his arm, frowning and asking: "How did you get into this state?"

Feng Yurui smiled bitterly upon hearing this, slowly raised his right hand and said: "Master, you know that I am practicing the Heaven-level Sword Technique, which can be said to be rare in the world, and can also be said to be defying the will of heaven and changing destiny, but there is a price to pay for doing so. Even now, I can only use the power of the sixth or seventh level, otherwise..." He stopped here.

The sect leader frowned and asked, "Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, this sword would be enough to kill me!" Feng Yurui sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I underestimated this blood sword after all!"

Although his words sounded sarcastic, the regret in them was very obvious.

Hearing this, the sect leader's brows relaxed considerably. He said, "Junior brother, the reason you fainted just now was due to your cultivation. Although your skills are powerful, your haste in seeking success has put you in danger."

Feng Yurui listened to the Sect Master's words, his mind racing with thoughts. He realized he was reborn, and memories of his past life flashed through his mind. The humiliation he endured due to his weakness, the unfulfilled wishes, and the life-or-death separation from his beloved.

His eyes became firm, and he looked at the Sect Master and said, "Sect Master, I have survived this great disaster. I will definitely re-evaluate my path of cultivation and not repeat the same mistakes."

The sect leader nodded and said, "It's good that you think so. Go and take good care of yourself."

Feng Yurui bowed and turned to leave. His steps were steady, and he vowed to himself that in this life, he would use the opportunity of rebirth to reach the pinnacle of cultivation and make all those who had looked down on him look askance.