I planted the spiritual roots for my people, and they bestowed upon me a body inscribed with incense

The Great Qing Dynasty, Qingshan County, a small fishing village.

It was summer, and the once muddy road had dried up. However, the Li family's house at the entrance of the village was unusually quiet, with the whole family immersed in sorrow.

The Li family...

"A haggard-looking woman with red and swollen eyes was kneeling beside the wooden bed, with a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes standing next to her."

It turned out that Li Yuan, who was playing by the river, accidentally fell into the river and drowned by the time he was discovered.

Standing beside Li Yuan were his father, mother, and his younger brother, who was already asleep in the corner.

Just as everyone was immersed in grief, a spatial rift suddenly opened up in the vast sky, and a stream of light descended from the heavens, landing in the Li family's wooden house.

The Li family members seemed oblivious to this scene, still immersed in their grief.

At this moment, Li Yuan's pale body gradually began to regain its color after the light entered it, and excess water in his body also began to flow out.

In Li Yuan's mind.

A middle-aged man dressed in modern clothes was staring at a bead that was shimmering with a tri-colored halo.

"This bead is so magical? Where has it taken me...?"

As his soul looked around, the three-colored bead flashed with light, and then the middle-aged man dressed in modern clothes fainted.

When I woke up again, I saw the scene before me.

When Li Yuan's mother, who was grieving, saw him open his eyes, her haggard face immediately showed a hint of fear.

Meanwhile, his father, Li Daqiang, suddenly froze. People often drowned in the small fishing village, and Li Daqiang would always go to help. His son had just looked like a water ghost, but how could he suddenly become like a normal person?

Upon seeing this, Li Daqiang quickly stepped forward and touched Li Yuan's body, only to find that his skin did not have the softness and swelling that one would expect after being soaked in water.

But his son wasn't like this just now, and Li Daqiang was a little confused.

However, thinking that his son had now come back to life, Li Daqiang's sorrow turned to joy, and he stood up and laughed loudly towards the sky:

"God help me, God help me..."

Li Xiaoyu's mother then hugged Li Yuan, who was lying on the bed, as if she would kill him again if she didn't hold him tight enough.

Meanwhile, Li Yuan, lying in bed, was thinking to himself:

Have I time-traveled? Judging from my current appearance, the people in front of me are my father and mother.

Oh... and there's also the younger brother sleeping on the side.

Hearing the woman holding him tightly, Li Yuan didn't resist; in fact, he felt much more at ease in this body.

"Let Yuan'er rest for a while. Go and make something to eat to nourish her..."

After a long pause, only when Li Daqiang behind her spoke did the woman slowly release her hands, then quickly get up and walk towards the kitchen outside.

Li Daqiang then carefully examined Li Yuan again before speaking to him:

"You little rascal, you're not a bad swimmer either. Tell me what happened!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yuan was somewhat dazed. He only knew what had just happened and that he had been reborn into the body of a drowned person, but he had no idea how that person had drowned.

Li Daqiang was startled by Li Yuan's dazed reaction, thinking that his son had become stupid from being in the river. Li Daqiang then tested Li Yuan with a few more questions, which Li Yuan answered steadily.

Seeing that Li Yuan was also unsure, Li Daqiang didn't ask any further questions. He told Li Yuan to rest well and then left the house.

Li Yuan lay in bed, his mind blank, completely unaware of the world around him. He had been fishing with his friends when his stroke suddenly struck, causing him to fall into the lake.

When he woke up again, he had become a soul, with a three-colored bead above his head. Li Yuan guessed that this was the reason he had transmigrated.

These three-colored beads were a gift from an old Taoist priest deep in the mountains to Li Yuan more than ten years ago when he was still in high school and went on a trip there. At the time, Li Yuan found it somewhat inexplicable. Now, it seems that the old Taoist priest was practically his second parent.

Just as Li Yuangang drowned and his soul left his body, the three-colored bead directly tore through the void and entered Li Yuangang's current body, carrying the transmigrated Li Yuangang with it.

Li Yuan then searched his body, but couldn't find the three-colored bead. It wasn't until he closed his eyes and carefully sensed it that the three-colored bead appeared in his mind.

However, the tricolor beads had become extremely dull, losing their former luster and spirituality.

As Li Yuan was examining the three-colored pearl, the sound of footsteps outside the wooden house made him open his eyes.

"Yuan'er, come here, let me feed you something."

Looking at the pair of red and swollen eyes in front of him, Li Yuan finally relaxed.

At this moment, Li Yuan was enjoying the scene, slowly swallowing the meat porridge that his mother, Wang Cuiyun, was feeding him.

Over the next few days, Li Yuan only occasionally got out of bed and spent most of his time learning about and getting to know the world he had transmigrated to.

Five days later, Li Yuan and Li Daqiang sat together in the courtyard.

Because Li Yuan kept asking Li Daqiang about the money in this world and some basic questions about it, Li Daqiang began to have doubts about Li Yuan.

Li Yuan's actions led Li Daqiang to completely misunderstand, thinking that Li Yuan had lost his memory. So Li Daqiang quickly told Li Yuan everything he knew.

The Daqing Dynasty was a dynasty founded on martial prowess. Its strongest member was the imperial ancestor, a Xiantian martial artist even stronger than a first-rate one. However, this was only on the surface. Legendary immortals existed within the Daqing imperial family, a fact Li Daqiang hadn't told Li Yuan.

Martial arts training begins with honing the physique, followed by condensing true qi to become a third-rate master. Then, the true qi within the body continuously grows stronger until the body, combined with the strength of the true qi, reaches two thousand jin, thus advancing to a second-rate martial artist.

Once one's strength reaches 5,000 jin, one can be promoted to a first-class martial artist. Reaching the level of a first-class martial artist is equivalent to being among the top combatants of the Daqing Dynasty.

And those who reached the Innate Realm were beings that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The Innate Realm is the pinnacle that mortals can reach, and also the limit for martial artists.

Besides martial artists, there is another extremely powerful path: a powerful person can destroy the Great Qing Kingdom with a flick of their wrist. However, this is beyond the reach of ordinary people like us. Even some precious martial arts techniques are beyond our reach.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuan became extremely interested, realizing that there were indeed forces in this world that he could not comprehend.

After listening to Li Daqiang's account, Li Yuan realized that the middle-aged man in front of him was no ordinary person; otherwise, an ordinary villager would not have access to such things.

After Li Yuan learned that martial arts could be practiced in this world, he began to train his physical fitness every day, gradually making his weak body stronger.

Fortunately, although Li Yuan's family wasn't extremely wealthy, they could still occasionally afford to eat meat.

While training his body, Li Yuan pondered the wonderful uses of the three-colored bead in his mind.

However, after studying the three-colored beads for a long time, Li Yuan still couldn't find out what their purpose was.

Since bringing him into this world, the three-colored bead had been lying quietly in his consciousness, unresponsive no matter how he called out to it, which puzzled Li Yuan greatly.

These ordinary days continued until Li Yuan turned fifteen and went hunting in the mountains, when things finally changed.