2 Second Chance
Katai, however, didn't end jus with this. As soon as he swallow the stone he also detonated his own immortal core, he had already decide, if he didn't have the stone then no one else would have it.
Even if he didn't know if he would really be able to destroy such a mystical stone only with a self-detonation, just by take some of those hypocrites bastard he would already be pleased enough, after all, even being weak, swallowing the stone made him suffer with a colossal excess of energy, thus making the self-detonation several times more powerful than it should be.
Shortly before the detonation start, he could feel the time record resounding and synchronizing with his immortal core that was about to explode and noticed the amplification of his power, this left him incredibly happy, with so much energy he would be able to bring to death all the bastards that were around him.
While Katai rejoiced at this kind of thought, he could feel the space around him twisting and felt like his body and soul were ripped almost as if he were being disintegrated, molecule by molecule.
"Ah, so this is the feeling of a self-detonation!" That was his last thought before giving himself up to the pain that consumed him.
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After a time of excruciating pain that seems endless, Katai, who until then, had his eyes closed waiting for his imminent death, opened them slowly and cautiously as he looked curiously at his surround.
He found himself in an old hut with a single room, the only furniture in the hut was an old bed who seems be more old them the hut itself, the bed was lined with a straw mattress. Feeling quite stunned with this sight, he began to look at the sides and began to feel the ambient slightly familiar.
As he scanned the whole ambient and tried to remember why he felt this nostalgic feeling, he felt helding something in his hands, looking to the hands he saw a small dirty-looking, badly-shaped pill with a size of a grape with several lines on its surface very similar to roots.
Katai was totally baffled.
What puzzled him wasn't the pill that he held, but the hands that held the pill, his own hands... They were no longer wrinkled.
He began to breathe heavily as his mind began to race creating an unreal possibility. Looking around, he found in a corner of the hut a small bowl that seemed to contain some water inside. He ran to the bowl hastily, as if his life depended on it.
Looking at the face that was reflected in the water he froze for a moment, what he saw was the reflection was a dirty and mistreated young man face, around 16 years old, however, it was possible to see that under all that dirt, a beautiful face. It was his face... His own face in his youth.
Katai start breathed irregularly in excitement. As much as he tried to calm down himself and control his nerves, he couldn't, tears began to roll down his face. How long has it been since the last time he cry so genuine like this? He just couldn't remember! However, right here and right now, he cried; were tears of relief, happiness, and hope. He couldn't stop his tears, he didn't want to, his wet eyes and burning chest was the constant proof that everything happening here was real.
After some time staring stupidly at his own reflection as he criy, he lay down heavily on the old straw bed and tried to remember everything that happened trying to find some sense.
After contemplating for some time, he thought he had come up with an acceptable hypothesis about what could have happened to return to his youth period.
In attempting to blow up his own immortal core after swallow the time record, which was formed purely by a massive concentration of primordial energy; both immortal core and time record, must have resonated with each other, since they were connected as owner and artifact, thus triggering an overwhelming temporal reversal power that only stopped when the owner's stock energy end up, in other words, when he was a mortal and hadn't yet stepped on the cultivation path.
This still doesn't explain why the time record resolved go back in the time and not advance or stagnate, perhaps the stone has some kind of self-consciousness and when noticing the situation of the owner, made that decision autonomously.
It seems a very plausible line of thought for Katai. He didn't know why it was reversal and not acceleration or anything else and didn't even care about it in reality, the important thing was the result.
He returned in time, returned to the beginning of everything.
His body trembled with excitement; he had a big silly smile on his face for so long it was already starting to hurt.
After a long time, Katai was finally able to control herself a little. Looking at the dirty bad produced pill in his hand he knew exactly what period this moment was.
Showing a mocking smile of disdain, he crushed the pill into crumbs. The pill was of such poor quality that he didn't even have to struggle to crush it into powder.
The dirty pill, now crushed, was in fact a spiritual medicine called false spiritual root pill.
Katai had unfortunately been born without possessing a spiritual root and therefore was unable to cultivate into an immortal.
If it were to follow the original timeline, he should use this pill to enter into the cultivation path.
Those who used this pill would have the worst aptitude and worst expectation as a practitioner. Even though he had originally managed to circumvent this low expectation and achieved into the immortality, his rotten base has always been one of the fetters for his cultivate.
Looking at the crushed pill in his hands, he didn't feel nothing. Living for thousands of years, one can see and experience a lot, this pill wasn't the only way to enter in the cultivation path.
And he wouldn't walk the same tortuous path on this second chance that he received.
