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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

The silence in the courtyard was thick.

A hundred pairs of eyes stared at Xian Ye, their expressions shifting from mockery to unease. The training dummy lay in pieces, the last fragments of splintered wood still floating in the air, as if unwilling to accept their destruction.

Xian Ye himself was breathing hard, his entire body trembling. Not from exhaustion—but from the aftershock of what he had just done.

He had struck out of instinct, guided by something older than cultivation itself. There had been no circulation of spiritual energy, no channeling of force—just a momentary surge of something buried deep within him.

The sect elder's face remained impassive, but his narrowed eyes betrayed his thoughts.

His voice cut through the whispers of the disciples.

"You displayed no Qi fluctuation. No spirit force. And yet, the result speaks for itself."

He folded his arms, his gaze calculating.

"Xian Ye, you will remain in the sect… for now."

Murmurs broke out again. Some outraged, others intrigued.

"How is that fair? He clearly didn't use proper cultivation!"

"If he's allowed to stay, does that mean he's awakened some hidden technique?"

Xian Ye ignored the voices, focusing instead on the silver-eyed disciple standing at the edge of the crowd.

As if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

The thought burned in his mind, but before he could act, the elder's voice rang out once more.

"For the next three months, you will be assigned to the Outer Sect Training Grounds. You are not yet qualified for formal cultivation, but we shall see…"

The Training Grounds – The Hidden Path

Later that night, Xian Ye walked alone through the dense forest surrounding the sect.

The Outer Sect Training Grounds were little more than an isolated wilderness, where weak disciples were left to fend for themselves. There were no masters, no guidance—only daily trials of survival against spirit beasts, natural hazards, and each other.

Xian Ye understood. The sect did not trust him. He was a mystery, an anomaly.

And what do cultivators fear the most?

If he failed to prove himself, he would fade into obscurity. Forgotten once again.

As he stepped deeper into the forest, something shifted in the air.

Not the distant growl of a spirit beast.

And there—half-hidden beneath the twisted roots of an ancient tree—was a stone tablet, covered in worn, ancient carvings.

His fingers traced the symbols, and in an instant—

Memory Flash – A Thousand Years Ago

A temple, floating between fractured stars.

An archway of obsidian, leading to a realm beyond reality itself.

A voice, filled with the weight of eternity.

"You must never enter this place, not until you are ready."

Xian Ye staggered back, his pulse hammering.

If he unlocked this path… everything would change.