Cultivation Story: Reincarnation -

He wasn't on a celestial peak. He was lying on a thin straw mat in a cramped wooden shack. His body felt heavy, sluggish, and painfully frail. He looked at his hands—calloused, small, and lacking the translucent glow of a cultivator.

He walked out into the sunlight. He was weak, his base was shallow, and he was surrounded by enemies. But he had a thousand years of combat experience and a soul forged in the fires of the apocalypse. Cultivation Story: Reincarnation

"Too fast," he whispered, coughing up golden ichor. "I ran too fast and left my heart behind." He wasn't on a celestial peak