林凡晃了晃脑袋， visions of his previous life flashing before his eyes like a broken lantern. He could still hear the sneering laughter of Ye Qingcheng, the woman he was to marry, as she declared his worthlessness. Then, the cold rush of the abyss, the finality of it all.

But now, he was here. In a world filled with qi and cultivation, or at least, the promise of it. The weak body wasn't his, but it was still his. And somehow, something within him stirred. Not a trace of regret, but a burning fire of vengeance.

"Where am I?" he muttered, his voice rough from disuse. The air was thin, the ground hard. He pushed himself up, wincing as pain flared through his frame. He was голоден, thirsty, his body screaming for basic needs. But beneath the suffering, something else resonated. A faint thrumming, like a tiny bell deep within his chest.

That was the sign.

He remembered the sky above the wheel of reincarnation, the swirling chaos of fate. Then, a bright light, sharp and clean. A system? A blessing from the universe for survival?