Introduction

The crimson kiss of poison burned through Azh's veins. A lifetime honed to be the deadliest shadow in the Yiling Continent failed him now. Betrayal, a viper's hiss in the dark, stole his breath. Yet, amidst the fading darkness, a sliver of defiance sparked. "This isn't the end," he rasped, a final sliver of will anchoring him. Reality shattered, replaced by an intense, crushing pressure.

Azh blinked, vision blurry. Gone was the sterile white of the assassin's den, replaced by a sea of blurry faces cooing in a language he didn't understand. A prickling sensation bloomed in his tiny fists. Not poison, but... life force? Confusion swirled as a realization dawned – a horrifying, yet strangely exhilarating one. Azh, the deadliest assassin, had been reborn. Not as a honed weapon, but as a mewling babe, wrapped in swaddling cloths, in a world steeped in the art of cultivation – a power he'd only ever observed from the shadows. This wasn't just rebirth; it was a chance to rewrite his destiny. The fire of ambition, once used for silent slaughter, reignited. In this new life, Azh wouldn't just be an assassin; he'd become a legend – the greatest cultivator the world had ever known. But first, he had to learn to crawl.