Heavenly Sword Saint
Time flowed like an endless river.
The death of one genius could not halt the march of history.
Years became decades.
Decades became centuries.
The Great Eternal Divine Dynasty crumbled beneath the tides of time.
Ancient clans rose.
Others disappeared forever.
The Heavenfall Secret Realm opened and closed countless times.
The truth of Jian Chen's death was buried beneath layers of history.
To later generations...
He was nothing more than a forgotten legend.
...
One thousand years later.
Azure Dragon Empire.
Moonriver City.
The once-glorious Jian Clan had long since fallen from its former greatness.
The clan that had once dominated the Divine Realm was now little more than a declining family struggling to survive.
Inside a dilapidated courtyard...
A young man lay unconscious in a pool of blood.
His clothes were tattered.
His body was covered in bruises.
Fresh footprints stained his chest.
"Laughable."
"The so-called young master can't even withstand three punches."
"Hahaha! A cripple pretending to be important."
Several youths stood outside the courtyard, laughing without restraint.
"The Patriarch's line has truly declined."
"If not for his mother protecting him, this trash would have been thrown out of the clan long ago."
One of them spat onto the ground.
"Let's go."
"There's no point wasting time on a useless cripple."
Their mocking laughter gradually faded into the distance.
The courtyard fell silent once more.
A cold breeze drifted through the broken gate.
Suddenly...
The young man's finger twitched.
Then another.
His eyelids slowly opened.
Pain.
An overwhelming pain surged through every part of his body.
Fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind.
Jian Chen.
Sixteen years old.
Young master of the Jian Clan.
Born with blocked meridians.
Unable to cultivate.
Mocked by the clan.
Bullied by his cousins.
His father had disappeared years ago under mysterious circumstances.
His mother had exhausted countless treasures trying to cure him.
Yet every effort had failed.
To everyone in Moonriver City...
He was nothing more than a burden.
The memories merged like two rivers becoming one.
At the same time...
Another set of memories awakened.
The Heavenfall Secret Realm.
Lin Xue'er's betrayal.
Long Tian's sneer.
The broken sword.
The vow made before death.
His eyes suddenly snapped open.
A terrifying Sword Intent flashed through them.
"So..."
"I truly lived again."
His voice was hoarse.
He slowly sat upright.
Although his body was weak...
The aura around him was completely different.
The timid young master of the Jian Clan had vanished.
In his place...
Sat the greatest sword genius of a thousand years ago.
Jian Chen looked down at his trembling hands.
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"So weak..."
"My cultivation is gone."
"My body has changed."
"But..."
"My Sword Dao remains."
He closed his eyes.
The profound comprehension he had accumulated over an entire lifetime was still etched into his soul.
His battle experience.
His swordsmanship.
His understanding of cultivation.
None of it had disappeared.
Only his cultivation had returned to nothing.
At that moment...
A torrent of grief washed over him.
It did not belong to him.
It belonged to the original owner of this body.
Years of humiliation.
Years of loneliness.
Years of being called a waste.
Jian Chen quietly accepted those memories.
From this day onward...
Their lives had become one.
He slowly looked toward the sky beyond the broken roof.
His eyes grew colder.
"Lin Xue'er."
"Long Tian."
"If you still exist..."
"I will find you."
"If you've already turned to dust..."
"I'll destroy everything you left behind."
"But first..."
He lowered his gaze to his frail body.
"I need strength."
Without strength...
Revenge was nothing more than an empty dream.
Just then
The courtyard gate burst open.
"Chen'er!"
A graceful woman rushed inside, her face filled with panic.
The moment she saw the blood covering his body, her eyes instantly reddened.
She hurried to his side and tightly held his shoulders.
"Chen'er!"
"Are you hurt?"
"Tell Mother where it hurts!"
"I'll make them pay!"
Looking at the tears in her eyes...
Jian Chen froze.
For the first time in a thousand years...
Someone looked at him with genuine concern.
Not for his talent.
Not for his status.
Simply because...
He was her son.