Gao Wu: Após Rebellar da Família, o Deus Guardião da Raça Adulta

The Human Race.

Grand Xia, Imperial Capital, the Lin family.

A torrential downpour. A bolt of thunder.

For an instant, the rain was illuminated, revealing a young boy kneeling in the deluge.

And before him, a disciplinary notice from the Martial Academy.

Lin Yin's eyes snapped open.

His gaze flashed like lightning, sharp and startling.

By reflex, his hand moved to his waist, reaching for a sword hilt.

But all he grasped was the coarse edge of his homespun robe.

As he looked around, confusion seized him.

“Lin Yin, you disappoint me. Again.”

“When will you ever show a fraction of your brother's sense?”

The present Martial King, Lin Zhengyang, looked down at his kneeling eldest son, then at the disciplinary letter, disappointment saturating his gaze.

Weak in martial arts, yet ever causing trouble.

When will you, Lin Yin, ever become as diligent and sensible as your brother, so that I, Lin Zhengyang, can feel blessed and proud to have such a prodigy?

The rain poured relentlessly, thunder rolling in the heavens.

Yet neither the judgment in his father’s eyes nor the storm itself moved Lin Yin. Kneeling in the rain, two silent streams of tears traced his cheeks.

He had been reborn.

At the moment the Great Wall fell, when the demon horde trampled the corpses of millions of humans, he had returned to his most suffocating, humiliating youth.

His tears struck the muddy earth, the splashes reflecting scenes from a previous lifetime.

Decades ago, the demon