In the midst of chaos, it was unclear how much time had passed before Zhang Sanfeng regained consciousness. He immediately turned inward to assess his condition and was disheartened to find that he had lost his physical form. Instead, his soul, in its formless essence, had attached itself to the miniature Qicai Huitian Ling (Seven-Colored Chaos Orb), which was now drained of energy. The orb could barely sustain his soul as it hovered within.

The space around him was a vast, circular passage, with countless light points scattered throughout. Each light emitted a faint, primal pulse of life energy. Zhang Sanfeng slowly realized where he was: The Cycle of Reincarnation Passage.

He reflected on the final battle—an explosion so intense it could have shattered the barriers between spaces. Two magical items, each possessing a self-protecting consciousness, had carried their souls through the ruptured space rift to escape the explosion and brought them to this place.

Suddenly, a familiar presence made itself known. Zhang Sanfeng felt a surge of joy as he recognized the aura—Tai Chi Soul Stone—floating not far from him. He smiled in realization: it was Athena. Like him, she had attached her soul to the Tai Chi Soul Stone. But he couldn’t reach out to her. Still, he swore to find her. "Wait for me, Athena!" he thought.

Meanwhile, back in the mortal realm…

The Grand Marshal of the Great Han Kingdom, Duke Long Xiaotian, paced nervously outside the delivery room. His fifth child was about to be born, but instead of joy, a heavy sense of worry weighed on his heart. The cause of his concern was his wife, an elegant and frail elf. After four children, her health had deteriorated rapidly. Though the family urged her to avoid another pregnancy, she, driven by her maternal instincts, had persuaded her husband and father-in-law to let her have another child.

When the child was finally born, she was exhausted to the point of near collapse. But when the sound of crying did not come, she urgently called out, "Is the child okay? Let me see him!"

As for Zhang Sanfeng, his soul had now been reborn into the body of a baby. The joy of his rebirth filled him as he took in his new, unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the midwife—she was a woman in her forties with yellow hair and yellow eyes. He blinked, realizing with a shock that he had been born in a foreign land.

When he was placed in front of his mother, the sight of her took him by surprise. She had shoulder-length green hair, sky-blue eyes, a beautiful face, and pointed ears. Wait… pointed ears? What kind of race was this? He frowned, trying to make sense of it. "A fox spirit?" he mused, but quickly dismissed the thought. She lacked the aura of a demon and instead had a natural energy flowing within her.

However, her life force seemed very weak—almost like the flickering light of a candle nearing its end. Zhang Sanfeng felt a pang of concern. He couldn’t bear the thought of growing up without a mother. In desperation, he scanned his own body. He found himself in an ordinary infant's form, but he could sense a peculiar energy flowing within him—energy similar to his mother's.

On his left wrist, there was a ribbon-like birthmark, likely a result of the Qicai Huitian Ling (Seven-Colored Chaos Orb), with faint images of a sword and a lotus flower etched onto it. His soul was still syncing with his new body, and the last bit of spiritual energy from his previous life was slowly dissipating—a waste of precious energy! He quickly resolved to use the opportunity while breastfeeding to transfer this remaining spiritual energy into his mother’s body, revitalizing her.

"At least for the next few years, she’ll be fine," he thought. "Once I regain my cultivation skills, I’ll use the elixirs hidden in the Golden Lotus to completely heal her."

Just then, a robust man entered the room, holding his wife’s hand with concern. "Darling, how are you?"

"I’m fine, everything is perfect!" his wife replied with a smile. "Come see our son!"

"Goodness, he’s adorable, but he’s a bit small. Doesn’t look like he’ll be leading armies anytime soon," the father said, clearly disappointed. "But why isn’t he crying?"

"I don’t know. But I know he’s not mute. I can feel it. And besides, I’ve already given you four outstanding generals. This child will inherit my magical abilities. He’s definitely a magical prodigy—already, I can sense the flow of natural magic within him." The mother said proudly.

"Really? That’s wonderful! Our family finally has a magician!" The father beamed. "I’ll go tell my father. He’ll be so happy."

"No need," came an elderly voice from the doorway. "I already heard! Ilya, you’ve done us proud! Thank you so much!"

"You're too kind, Father," the mother laughed. "It’s just what I should do."

Zhang Sanfeng, now fully awake, began to study his new family. His father was an imposing figure, standing at nearly 2.4 meters tall, with a stocky build and a military uniform of neat light green. His face was stern, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes. Behind him sat a powerful, elderly man in a wheelchair—his grandfather, whose physique matched his father’s. He could see that his grandfather, despite being disabled, still had a strong will.

The conversation around him was clear in his ears. It was as if the whole world spoke the same language: Mandarin.

"By the way, Ilya, what kind of magical genius do you think our son will become?" his grandfather asked, grinning.

Magic… Zhang Sanfeng understood that. Magician… he knew that term too. After all, Athena was one. But he didn’t particularly want to be a magician. Despite the magical knowledge he had learned from Athena, Zhang Sanfeng wasn’t fond of the delicate profession.

Nevertheless, as he observed his mother’s strange race, he realized he had entered a strange new world. It didn’t matter, he thought—so long as Athena and he were together, everything else could be figured out.

His mother laughed, "As an elf princess, I was born with a faint magical aura. But my son’s aura is far stronger than mine. I’m certain he will surpass me in magic."

"So he’s at least destined to be a great archmage! Fantastic! You’ve worked hard, my dear. Rest up, we’ll host a big celebration for him when he turns a hundred days old! Let everyone know that the Long family has a magician now! Ha, ha!" his grandfather laughed heartily before leaving.

A hundred days passed in the blink of an eye. Over these days, Zhang Sanfeng had learned more about this world by overhearing conversations. He was in a kingdom known as the Great Han Kingdom, which had 39 provinces. The king and his father, both in their fifties, ruled over this prosperous land. Thanks to the abundance of spiritual energy in this world, people generally lived to be around 150, and some powerful cultivators could live for centuries.

The kingdom was divided into five major families. His family, the Long family, led two of the kingdom’s military legions, while the other families controlled trade, finances, and other sectors of the kingdom. His father, Long Xiaotian, commanded the Azure Dragon Legion and had once been part of the four great generals of the continent.

Zhang Sanfeng’s hundred-day celebration was grand and extravagant. The king, the queen, and many important figures attended. Among them was the high priest of the Church of Light, Ishihara Nakayuki, who had come to baptize him. Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t help but frown at the man’s presence, feeling a deep aversion. He had always despised the Church of Light and its hypocrisy.

He was glad, though, that his time here in this new world had already begun to bear fruit. He had spent his time secretly cultivating his Tai Chi Divine Art using the abundant spiritual energy of this world. His magical energy had been transformed into Daoist energy, laying the foundation for his future powers. In twenty years, he was confident that he would be able to master his divine art—something that had taken centuries in his past life.

As he lay in his cradle, his mind focused on his cultivation, he couldn’t help but smile.

Nearby, the nanny, who had been standing guard, suddenly heard his soft laugh. She froze for a moment before jumping up joyfully. "He laughed! The young master laughed! Praise the gods, he’s not mute!"

Zhang Sanfeng could only roll his eyes in exasperation.

This adaptation keeps the original meaning intact while adjusting for Western novel logic and third-person narration. The story structure flows naturally, with a focus on world-building, character introspection, and subtle humor.