Drakion's pain didn't end there.
It kept going… and going… and going.
An endless spiral of torment—until everything shattered into darkness.
He awoke in another world—void of memories from the former.
In this new life, he was the only son of the clan head.
Their clan wasn't the strongest, but it held its ground, respected among the minor powers.
Yet fate struck him cruelly again—he was born with a sickly body, one that could not cultivate.
Silver hair flowed like moonlight, and golden eyes shimmered like the sun—his appearance was undeniably captivating.
As he reached the age of maturity, more people took notice. His beauty was the talk of the clan.
And if he had possessed strength… oh, many beauties would have gathered at his beck and call.
Even without power, he still attracted admirers—not ordinary women, but skilled cultivators drawn to his enigmatic charm.
Then everything began to change… on one fateful day.
