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In the vast celestial realm of Aeternia, cultivation is not achieved through Qi alone—it is forged from the memories of past lives. The strongest warriors inherit the wisdom, skills, and regrets of their predecessors, shaping their destiny with echoes of history.

But Xian Ye is different.

Once a god of infinite wisdom, he now finds himself trapped in the body of a forgotten mortal, awakening with no memories, no power, and no past. In a world where the past defines the future, he is cast aside by his sect and left to wither in obscurity.

Until the fragments begin to surface.

Visions of a forgotten era. A shattered throne beyond the heavens. The whispers of ancient deities warning him of an impending catastrophe—a cycle of destruction that has repeated across countless eons. And at its center: a force that has been harvesting the souls of cultivators, twisting their pasts to rewrite fate itself.

With a single shattered memory as his guide, Xian Ye embarks on a journey to reclaim his forgotten divinity. He must navigate a world where the strongest steal memories to cultivate, where entire sects wage war for fragments of the past, and where even the gods themselves fear the truth buried within him.

But the question remains:

Is he truly reclaiming his past… or is he simply a pawn in a cycle far older than time itself?

Eternal Fragments

Azure Sky Temple – Outer Sect Grounds

The sun had barely risen, casting long shadows over the training grounds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the lingering essence of Qi from early morning cultivation sessions.

Xian Ye stood at the edge of the courtyard, his legs still unsteady, but his mind sharper than ever. He had spent the last few hours piecing together the fragments in his head—what little remained of his scattered past.

The silver-eyed disciple had left him with more questions than answers.

"And why did he look at me like he knew me?"

Before he could dwell on it further, a loud gong rang through the air, silencing the murmurs of disciples gathered around the stone platform at the center of the courtyard.

"Disciples of the Outer Sect! Today, the Trials of Qualification shall begin!"

An elder, draped in azure robes, stood atop the platform, his voice amplified by spiritual energy. His piercing gaze swept over the crowd before landing on Xian Ye.

For a brief second, disdain flickered in his eyes.

A murmur spread through the crowd.

"He hasn't even cultivated properly!"

Xian Ye ignored them. His body was still weak, but something deep inside was stirring. The echoes of that golden throne, the whispers of a power long forgotten—it all felt closer now.

He stepped forward, his breath steady, despite the weight of a hundred judging eyes.

The elder nodded, then gestured toward the training dummies positioned across the courtyard.

"Strike the target. If you cannot at least release a trace of Qi, you will be expelled from the sect."

A test of basic cultivation strength—something any disciple should be able to do.

For him, a man with an empty dantian, it was an execution sentence.

Memory Flash – A Thousand Years Ago

Mountains shattered beneath every swing of his blade.

Celestial beings knelt before him, their voices trembling in reverence.

"Divine Lord of Eternity… guide us."

For the briefest second, he felt something shift deep within him.

He stepped toward the training dummy, raising his fist. A few disciples chuckled, expecting nothing but a pathetic display.

For a single, impossible instant, the air shook. A pulse of force, invisible yet undeniable, rippled outward. The training dummy shattered, splinters flying in every direction.

The silver-eyed disciple, watching from a distance, let a small smirk play across his lips.

"So, he still has something left."

Xian Ye clenched his fist, his body trembling.

It had been instinct. A memory resurfacing for the briefest moment. But he had felt it—power beyond Qi, something even this world did not yet understand.

The Trial of the Forgotten