War God's Rebirth: A Thousand Blades of Destiny

A Warrior’s End

The battlefield was eerily silent.

Bai Tian stood amidst the corpses of gods and demons, his crimson armor cracked, his blade buried deep in the heart of the Abyssal Demon King. Blood dripped from his lips, but he stood tall—unbowed, undefeated.

The demon king’s laughter was a guttural, chilling sound. "War God… Even you… cannot escape death."

Bai Tian smirked, his grip tightening around his weapon. "Death?" He spat out blood. "I am Bai Tian. No chains of fate can hold me forever."

A massive explosion of energy erupted from the demon’s body, swallowing Bai Tian in darkness.

And then—nothing.

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Rebirth in the Mortal Realm

Pain.

A deep, searing pain shot through Bai Tian’s body, forcing a gasp from his lips. He was cold, his skin soaked with rain, and every inch of him ached. His instincts screamed danger, but his limbs were too weak to respond.

His mind raced. What happened?

Then the memories hit him—fragments of another life, of a boy named Bai Tian, the disgraced young master of the Bai Clan. A boy who had been betrayed, beaten, and left to die in the wilderness.

"This body… It’s not mine," Bai Tian muttered, his voice hoarse.

"Young Master!"

A soft voice broke through the haze. A girl knelt beside him, her long black hair clinging to her rain-soaked face. Her hands trembled as she touched his arm, her warm brown eyes filled with relief and fear.

"Xiao Yue?" Bai Tian’s voice was rough, but the name came naturally. She was his personal maid—no, his only loyal companion.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. "You’re alive! I thought… I thought they had really killed you!"

Bai Tian clenched his jaw. His memories were still merging, but one thing was clear—his so-called family had betrayed him. His cousin, Bai Long, had accused him of stealing his chance to cultivate. The elders had sided with him, shattering his dantian and casting him out like trash.

The old Bai Tian had been weak, powerless to fight back.

But now, Bai Tian—the War God—had taken his place.

His fingers dug into the damp soil. Crippled dantian or not, I refuse to be weak.

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The War God Awakens

Xiao Yue wiped her tears and tried to help him sit up. "Young Master, we need to leave! The Bai Clan might send people to make sure you’re dead!"

Bai Tian exhaled slowly, testing his body. He was weak, but his instincts were still sharp. He reached out with his soul, searching—feeling.

Yes… The Dao of Weapons. It’s still within me.

He might have lost his cultivation, but his mastery over weapons—his very soul—remained untouched.

"Xiao Yue," he said, his voice steady. "Give me a weapon."

She hesitated. "But, Young Master… you can’t cultivate anymore."

He turned to her, his gaze sharper than ever. "Who said I need cultivation to fight?"

Xiao Yue gasped but nodded. She hurried to pick up a discarded sword lying nearby, its blade rusted but still intact. She placed it in his hand, and the moment his fingers curled around the hilt, a surge of familiarity washed over him.

This was not just holding a sword.

This was breathing.

His stance, his grip—everything came back to him. He was a War God, a master of every weapon. Even in this fragile body, that truth had not changed.

He took a step forward, testing his balance. His legs were weak, but his will was iron.

"Young Master, please, we have to run!" Xiao Yue pleaded.

Bai Tian let out a low chuckle. "Run? No, Yue. We’re going back."

She stared at him in shock. "You… You can’t mean—!"

He turned toward the distant Bai Clan, his expression unreadable. His past life had ended in sacrifice, in betrayal.

This time, he would not bow.

This time, the world would kneel before him.