Despertar Imortal

Year Twelve of Yuan Guang.

Seated atop a pale gray boulder was a youth who appeared to be about fifteen years old. Facing the east, he sat cross-legged as the morning sun slowly climbed the slope. His eyes were closed, his hands encircled before him, and his body remained utterly still.

Time slipped by unnoticed. Gradually, faint threads of crimson began to coalesce between his hands—at first, scarcely half a finger in length, but in the end, they thickened and extended until three fingers together would barely match them.

The youth exhaled a deep, turbid breath. Only when all those crimson strands had flowed into his body through his hands did he finally lower his arms and open his eyes.

“This should count as a successful cultivation,” he murmured to himself.

This youth was none other than Jie Peiling, who had crossed into this world many years ago.

Just then, the sound of clapping echoed nearby.

“No one in the temple believed you would be able to grasp the ‘Immortal Elder’s Taiji Profound Transmission of the Supreme Dao,’ except me. I always knew you could succeed through perseverance, and indeed, you haven’t disappointed me.”

A young man, appearing even younger than Jie Peiling and clad in a light blue robe, approached. A delicate silver moon pendant hung at his waist. He clapped softly, a cheerful smile upon his face as he looked at Jie Peiling.

“Han Jiang, don’t tell me you’ve been placing bets on me again?” At the sight of the blue-robed youth, Jie Peiling felt a headache coming on.

“And what are you doing