Ding Jie was panting heavily, he clutched his chest along with the blanket on top of it tightly
too much was racing through him, the sheer relief from the pain was heavenly, the lingering pain was helllike and he felt too disconnected from his body
'come on jie, just breathe' he thought
it was easier thought than done because all the different experiences his body was going through made It quite difficult and painful to regulate his breathing and heartbeat
think of it like trying to rope in an extremely hyperactive puppy, except that puppy somehow has enough energy that you would think it's caffinated and there also something that interests it right behind you
in short it was a lot
it took a few hours for jie to finally get everything under control, ge lied in bed pathetically and took in deep breaths as if the air was imbued with an all powerful elixir
it was only now Ding jie could perceive his surroundings
the blankets that were now wet from his excessive sweating
his robes that were also soaked
the desk he was all too familiar with
the bookshelf he spent years of his life piling books into
jie had to blink a few times just to make sure he wasn't dreaming
he jumped out of bed hastily somehow causing himself more pain but he headed off to his wardrobe because there was something he needed to confirm
he made it there shortly and opened it up to reveal near hundreds of clothes all ironed and organized according to color, but that wasn't what was important here, the only thing that mattered was the mirror meant to check how thr clothes fit on him
gazing into the mirror jie could not be helped but open and close his mouth like a fish
there he was, his unremarkable figure his black eyes and hair were just as he remembered, but everything else was unfamiliar to him
the hundreds of scars which earned him the title of "the sacred scar" were absent and instead untouched fair skin was there, the muscles he had built up over years of rigorous training was gone, replaced with noodle limbs instead
jie was thoroughly shocked, but still unbelieving afterall this could be a very realistic illusion his enemies trapped him in, so there was only one last thing to check
his cultivation
dropping to the floor, he got into a meditative posture and cleared his mind, which was a simple task for him
he then let any qi in his body flow through his meridians
1st stage foundation establishment start
that was his current cultivation
the starting point of every cultivator
it was as I'd someone gad poured cold water all over him
it was impossible, it should be impossible
yet no matter what he thought it had happened
he had gone back through time
he was now the young master of the Ding family once more