The world Han Ren reincarnated was called TianLen. In a world where strength ruled, Han Ren was thrown with a broken fist.
To make an example one should be capable and Han Ren was just testing his capabilities. He was unsure what this life would lead to but the moment of living such life would be exciting.
After wandering for a while, he was finally standing before a giant wooden gate. The gate had a certain symbolic diagrams painted to it. It was same as the symbol from his robe. The characters representing the Great Han were inscribed at the gate. His memories where now complete now he didn't have to worry about the rules of this world.
'But it was truly confusing. Why would they build the training hall in the middle of mountains. Is it because I am an outer disciple?', he muttered. He knew that something was fishy here. But he could not testify it.
The feeling of that time still haunted him. The air around him was suddenly itchy. His own heart pounded heavely as if something unknown was interfering him. He realized it was the very gate to the training hall.
The gate that stood before him was tall and vigorous, which would now be his starting point in this life. Without hesitation, he pushed the massive gate, pouring all his strength, but it didn't even seemed to budge.
He tried again, the results were same. After his 17th time he finally seemed to realize. He didn't need to put any strength. He just had to put his palm near the symbols. He even doubted the flash back from that time. He didn't find anything related to this training hall in his memories. It was as if the very memory of the training hall was a pretense made by Han Ren. 'Had he became that traumatized by the training hall'. He himself couldn't fathom what type of life he must had lived until now, that his very own memories were erased.
Thud! The gate had finally opened. The air was cramped inside. His whole body could feel the malevolent energy from the training hall. The smell of blood,sounds of the rigorous training could be sensed from a mile away.
The training hall was large and surrounded with an unknown energy emitting slightly. But it didn't seemed to hold any intention of hostility. He could see various equipment grouped in order along the side walls of training hall.
He could see some familiar face, which he couldn't forget even if he wished. They were the very same guys that killed Han Ren. But his gaze was towards the lone elderly figure standing before all the disciple. The Qi he was emitting was enormous. It was not directed to anyone but Han Ren could feel his gaze directed towards him. His heart raced, veins pulsed, fingers were trembling.
Instantly, he cupped his right hand to another. He bowed showing respect. "Disciple Han Ren greets Elder Mo".
'This guy is dangerous'. The Qi he was emitting was that of Primodial Dao realm.
The TianLen world consists of Qi Awakening, Soul Ascension, Primordial Dao, Dao Rebirth, Dao Ascension, Heaven Ascension and lastly the Eternal Dao. Each had nine layers of cultivation, and every realm represented Dao as a major path. The slight Qi that elder Mo displayed was none other than of Primordial Dao. There were not so many in the same realm as him in the Han sect.
Breaking his thoughts, "You seemed to have changed haven't you?". A sharp voice echoed through his head.
The feeling was same as last time in the lake. Others weren't able to listen there conversation. With a calm voice he thought. "What exactly are you implying".
The voice was now silent.
"Disciples today is the day one of you will get this Qi condensing pill". Elder Mo voice was suddenly echoed through the hall.
The crowd was silent. A sense of fear striking them.
It was truly unexpected. The prize was a greatest treasure for a cultivators of Qi Awakening realm, it would instantly make them break through to the third layer. The dantian would be made strong and all the injuries would healed instantly.
His eyes widened seeing the reaction. They didn't even seemed to be interested to it.
A sense of realization struck him, the battle was supposed to one on one duel. The last one standing would be winner. If you win lose game finished. Thud! Thud! The sounds of drums broke his thoughts.
"Disciple Han Zhen and Disciple Han Ren step out in the ring, you are first". His voice seemed to directly pressed them. Han Ren eyes blinked twice. He was not expecting this turn of events. The very one that trampled him were against him now. It seemed he had just became a pawn for bigger game led by Elder Mo.
Both of them stepped in the ring. But the reaction of Han Zhen was not shocked or confused. It was just fear he was feeling. His eyes were a mess. He was not showing any kind of hostility nor any malicious emotion. It looked as if he was just forced to be here.
'That was not the look of the killer nor the one who could bully others or torment them.'
'Then what was the scene I saw that day. Now every pieces was together. The fear in the disciple eyes when the prize was mention. The looked of hesitant when the duel was mentioned. The look of concern from the senior back there. The sound of uneasiness from Elder Mo was all connected to Han Zhen all along.'
But that all didn't described his death. 'Am I missing something?'. No, he was not missing anything. The very existence of Han Ren was not real. The moment he came to this world something was bothering him. Why would Han Zhen die?. Why did te lake attack him suddenly. Why did his memories became sloppy. It was all just a lie.
The one who killed Han Ren and shattered his dantians weren't Han Zhen or any other disciple.
He hands trembled, his breathing unstable, his face pale, veins pulsed rapidly. He himself was played.
It was Han Ren himself.