Returning to the Mysterious Era

Returning to the Mysterious Era features a boy who can time-travel back to the past using old relics. The twist? He’s stuck in the body of the relic’s owner. After a near-death experience, Cassius unlocks his ability to travel to the past in the body of Li Wei, a member of the Wind Elephant Sect. Li Wei was a coward who lived a life of regrets up until the day the entire Wind Elephant Sect was murdered. As Cassius relives Li Wei’s past, he makes different decisions to show Li Wei a different kind of future. By living out the ups and downs of Li Wei’s life, Cassius is introduced to the world of Covert Martial Arts, ties that run closer than blood, and supernatural forces. Crossing the line between the ordinary and supernatural, he realizes there’s no way back. New friends and enemies slowly integrate into his reality. Now, he must uncover the secrets of Covert Martial Arts and get stronger to survive. *** Official Blurb: Collect legendary antiques and return to an era of mysterious martial arts! From the moment his hidden powers awakened, Cassius knew he was no longer ordinary... [Legendary Antique: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago at the Wind Elephant Sect's Youth Training Camp in Beiliu County of the Hongli Federation… "Liwei, you coward! On the day your sister met a tragic end, you trembled in a corner! On the night of the massacre, you shamefully fled! During those long years of revenge, you missed one opportunity after another! Now, let me teach you what courage is. Let me show you how to turn suffering into your own strength! I hope that when you finally sever your enemy's head, you remember this: You are a true man who stands tall and proud!" In the mysterious era, there are hidden legends. In the sealed land of the Mist Continent, there are countless glorious ancient fables wailing to the wind in the ruins. I will witness the legends you lost in the fog. The knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, and the rats in the mud. My sword points where the light is, and where the bullets scatter, flowers will bloom. The winds of history will eventually blow away the trash from the graves of time. Collapse