Chapter 1

Jiang Han felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, surrounded by deep darkness with no end in sight. He wandered aimlessly in the darkness, not knowing where he was going.

After an unknown period of time, Jiang Han's muddled consciousness began to clear. At the same time, a great sense of frustration arose in his heart, along with an indescribable fear that almost drove him mad.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" In the darkness, Jiang Han squatted on the ground, pinching his head hard, trying to recall everything that had happened before.

"Am I dead? No, that's not right! I'm sleeping... So, is this a dream?"

Thinking this, Jiang Han calmed down a bit and muttered to himself, "That's right, I'm sleeping, so I must be dreaming now."

He slowly stood up, looked around, and saw nothing but boundless darkness, which made his heart tremble.

Jiang Han stood still, feeling the darkness enveloping him. A sense of indescribable loneliness surged in his heart, as if... he were the only person left in the world.

He shivered, as if trying to drive away this feeling.

"Usually, people in dreams don't realize they are dreaming. But the situation now is different. Since I know I'm dreaming, does that mean I can control my dream?" Jiang Han's eyes suddenly lit up, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Let the sun rise!" Jiang Han lifted his chin and waved his hand, with the air of a person commanding the world.

Silence.

The darkness still enveloped him, with not a single ray of light.

"Why no response? Could it be that my words are wrong?" After a while, Jiang Han rubbed his sore arm, frowning in thought.

"Then, let's try another... Come out! My sun!!"

"I command the sun to shine upon the world in the name of the Creator!"

"Let there be light..."

"..."

"..."

"Damn it!" After speaking until his mouth was dry, the sun still did not appear. The darkness remained, and Jiang Han cursed loudly, then sat down on the ground.

"Hmm?" Jiang Han suddenly turned his head, his face instantly filled with surprise. He then jumped up and ran madly backward.

It turned out that a faint light had suddenly appeared behind Jiang Han. Although it was distant and weak, in the endless darkness, it was as noticeable as the moon.

"Does it only work if I curse?" As he ran, a strange thought popped into Jiang Han's mind, and his face showed a peculiar expression.

Before he could think more, the light that had been far away suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Han. He didn't have time to stop and crashed right into it, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

A moment later, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, with a stiff tone.

"Verifying host identity... Ding, verification complete, host Jiang Han, unknown origin, 30% compatibility with the body, no abnormalities."

"Detecting severe damage to the body, initiating repair... Repair complete!"

"Initiating perfect soul-body fusion... Perfect fusion failed, activating remaining stored energy, continuing perfect fusion... Perfect fusion successful!"

"Warning: Energy insufficient, entering automatic hibernation... Warning: Energy insufficient, entering automatic hibernation... Warning..."

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"Ahh!" Jiang Han let out a loud cry, sitting up abruptly, his chest heaving, and his face covered in sweat.

"It was really a dream." Jiang Han let out a light breath, raised his arm to wipe the sweat, but his movements soon froze, his eyelids twitching violently, as if he had seen something incredible.

"These... these clothes..." Jiang Han looked down, his pupils contracting.

The rough linen clothes, though old, were clean. The originally blue shirt had been washed to a pale color. But these were not the problem. What made Jiang Han's heart race was that the clothes were clearly from ancient times.

"Could someone be playing a prank on me?" A thought crossed Jiang Han's mind, but when he looked around, he immediately dismissed it.

The clothes were one thing, easy to make, but how to explain this house? The old, small house, with its clearly ancient-style decoration, no one would go to the trouble of building such a house just for a prank!

Touching his long hair, Jiang Han became even more certain.

"Traversing..." Jiang Han muttered, a bitter taste in his mouth.

He was different from the protagonists in those穿越 novels, who were orphans and had no attachments after traversing. He had his parents, his lover, his friends, and... everything he cared about!

Why did he wake up in a different world?

His parents, she, and his friends, how sad they must be to find him suddenly gone? They would surely search the world for him, but how could they find him?

Even if there had been a car accident before traversing, it would have been better! At least he could be considered dead, which would be better than this inexplicable disappearance!

Jiang Han sat on the bed, burying his head between his knees, and painfully grabbed his hair.

"Xiao Han, you're awake!" A voice filled with surprise and worry called out. Jiang Han slowly raised his head and saw a woman walking over quickly. Though her face was weathered, her features were delicate, and one could still see her beauty from her youth.

"Who... are you?" Jiang Han asked softly.

Involuntarily, he felt a sense of familiarity towards the woman. This familiarity was inexplicable, but he did not reject it, as it came from deep within his heart.

"Xiao... Xiao Han, don't you recognize your mother? Look at me, I'm your mother! How can you not recognize your mother... Look closely..." The woman's smile froze, her face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes. She extended a trembling hand to touch Jiang Han's face.

The woman's hand was rough, and it hurt his face. Jiang Han instinctively wanted to pull away, but when he saw the sorrow and tears on the woman's face, he stopped.

"Mother..." Jiang Han murmured softly, with a hint of unfamiliarity and hesitation.

"Xiao Han, Xiao Han, you remember!" The woman ignored his hesitation, pulling Jiang Han into her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"I knew it, I knew you wouldn't forget your mother! The doctor said your head was injured and you might lose your memory, but it's true... But it doesn't matter, as long as you remember your mother! The rest doesn't matter!" The woman's words were incoherent, but Jiang Han could clearly feel her joy and excitement.

Jiang Han's heart stirred, but his face remained expressionless. He knew that the "Xiao Han" this woman spoke of was already dead. The current body's owner was him, Jiang Han from Earth!

His mother must be even more heartbroken than this woman, Jiang Han thought silently.

He wanted to say, "I'm not your son, your son is dead!" But for some reason, he opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a word. Deep down, something seemed to forbid him from saying it.

The woman held him tightly, tears streaming down her face. Jiang Han could feel that his shoulder was already wet from her tears.

After a long silence, Jiang Han finally spoke softly, "Mother, my head hurts a bit, I want to rest a little more."

"Oh, right! Look at me, I forgot!" The woman hurriedly released Jiang Han, her face tense, as if at a loss, "You just woke up, you're not fully recovered yet, you should rest more. Mother will prepare some food for you."

"Okay." Jiang Han nodded.

The woman wiped her face, said a few more words about resting, and hurriedly left.

Watching the woman close the door, Jiang Han took a deep breath and began to sort through the memories of the "dead Jiang Han" in his mind.

Just now, his mind was preoccupied with his family on Earth. Although he knew there was something new in his mind, he hadn't had time to pay attention to it.

The memories were fragmented and mostly incomplete, but they were enough for Jiang Han to understand the situation here.

The woman, who appeared most frequently in the memories, was Jiang Han's current mother. It turned out that Jiang Han's father had passed away when he was young, and he had been raised by the woman alone, the two of them relying on each other for many years.

The woman had been beautiful in her youth. After Jiang Han's father's death, many people had wanted to marry her, but she had refused them all. She usually made household items to sell, barely making ends meet, and had endured countless hardships.

To Jiang Han's surprise, this was not ancient Earth but a place called the Tianwu Continent, where people could cultivate, and the strong could move mountains and fill seas, almost omnipotent!

"Once I become stronger, can I return?" Jiang Han thought, and his mind was filled with hope.

Many穿越 novels had such plots. Since he could traverse, returning might not be impossible!

Cultivation required talent, although diligence also played a role, talent determined a significant part.

Fortunately, although Jiang Han's talent was not excellent, it was not bad either. If he could continue to cultivate, he might become a strong person!

Suppressing his excitement, Jiang Han continued to review the memories. He had not been injured for no reason; something must have happened.

He soon understood. The original Jiang Han was a filial son. To avoid burdening his mother and to train himself, he had joined an adventure team, often hunting beasts to earn a small income.

Because Jiang Han was young and honest, and got along well with the team members, he had a good relationship with everyone.

But beasts were not easy to handle, and many adventure teams competed with each other.

Jiang Han's injury was due to their team being ambushed by another adventure team. Unfortunately, Jiang Han was hit a few times, and two people in the team died... In fact, including Jiang Han, three people died.

After understanding everything, Jiang Han exhaled, accepting the memories, and gradually entered his role. He found that he liked this world filled with martial arts, where every man had a martial arts dream. Although it was different from the martial arts world, it was not far off!

At the slightest disagreement, they would draw their swords!

Subtly, Jiang Han felt his blood boil. This made him wonder if he had always had a violent streak.

"The hatred of killing me is unforgivable."

"Scum... wait for my revenge!"

Strange laughter echoed from the small house. Jiang's mother, hearing it, felt worried. To her, Jiang Han's head injury was severe. Although he could now remember her, it seemed that something was wrong with him.

The Jiang Han of the past would never have made such a strange laugh!

While cooking, she was already considering whether to use the little savings left to invite the doctor to come and see him again...

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