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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

Dawn broke over the Azure Sky Temple, casting golden light over the Trial Grounds.

The massive arena, carved from black stone and surrounded by towering pagodas, stood at the heart of the Outer Sect. It had witnessed countless battles—victories that elevated disciples to greatness and failures that erased them from history.

Today, it would witness something else.

Xian Ye stood among the gathered disciples, his expression unreadable.

This wasn't just a test. It was a hunt.

The Head Elder stood at the edge of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the assembled disciples.

His voice carried effortlessly, each word laced with authority.

"You will enter the Trial Grounds."

"Only those who remain standing will continue as disciples of the Azure Sky Temple."

The weight of his words settled over the crowd like a death sentence.

This wasn't a trial of talent. It wasn't about proving worth.

The weak would fall. The strong would rise.

And the ones the sect feared would be exposed.

The great iron gates creaked open, revealing a landscape designed for war.

The Trial Grounds stretched out before them—a vast terrain of jagged stone, scattered ruins, and dense bamboo forests.

There were no ranks. No one to judge skill.

The disciples stepped forward, some moving cautiously, others rushing in with reckless confidence.

Xian Ye walked at an even pace, scanning his surroundings.

He already knew what would happen next.

A sharp wind cut through the battlefield.

Figures blurred through the air as three disciples lunged at him from the shadows.

Their movements were coordinated, their weapons drawn—they had planned for this.

Xian Ye's heartbeat didn't change.

The first disciple's weapon shattered against the weight of his strike, sending him sprawling.

Xian Ye twisted, his elbow slamming into the man's ribs with the force of a falling mountain.

The last attacker—realizing the mistake—turned to flee.

He had no interest in hunting the weak.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the deeper parts of the Trial Grounds, where the real threats awaited.

Where the Inner Sect's influence lurked.

As he moved deeper into the battlefield, he felt it.

"I was hoping you'd make it this far."

From the ruins ahead, a figure stepped forward.

The Peak Outer Sect disciple. The one who had challenged him before the trial.

And judging by the unconscious bodies behind him, he had already proven his strength.

Feng Jiao rolled his shoulders, his iron staff resting lazily across his back.

"Let's see if you're really worth all the rumors, Xian Ye."

He had been waiting for a real fight.

The Trial Begins