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In a forgotten corner of the world, a child is born without a name in the stars, without a thread of fate. No cry, no karma, no destiny — just silence.

Shen Mu was never meant to exist. Yet from the moment of his birth, the world began to shift. Hunted by monks who fear his presence, ignored by the heavens themselves, he grows in the shadow of fate, marked by an ancient system hidden within him.

But what if the greatest threat… is the memory sealed within his soul?

As mysterious sects rise and forgotten powers awaken, Shen Mu will walk the path of cultivation with no master, no allies — only a sword, a fragment of the void, and a truth that could shatter the heavens.

The World Hidden Within the Flesh of a God

The wind whispered softly through the ancient pines, brushing against the black jade rooftops of the Silent Soul Sect.

But deep underground, several meters beneath the surface, all was still.

A place most disciples didn't even know existed. Even among the elders, few had the right to enter. And only those whose minds had crossed certain thresholds could decipher what was hidden within.

Today, for the first time in two centuries, those doors would open.

Shen Mu stood before the entrance, flanked by Mei Lin and the Sect Master.

The latter raised his hand and pressed his blood seal against the obsidian stele.

The stone cracked silently, and a pale light emerged from within.

— "You won't stay long," said the Master. "An hour at most. And… don't touch anything unless it invites you."

Shen Mu nodded silently, then stepped inside.

The corridor was lined with ancient symbols. Not carved, but alive. They hovered faintly in the air, as if waiting to be read.

A staircase led downward into a vast circular hall, hushed and shrouded in a thin mist.

Dozens of scrolls rested on stone pedestals, sealed by chains of spiritual energy. And yet, as soon as Shen Mu crossed the threshold, a single old scroll at the center clicked open.

He approached it, eyes fixed on the manuscript.

Without touching it, he simply sat down cross-legged before it.

The scroll slowly unfurled on its own.

Words ancient, in a language he had never learned… but somehow understood effortlessly.

"When the Heavens fell into silence, a being was born from the void.

It had no name, no breath, no home.

But its gaze alone could shake the foundations of the world.

Its return would be preceded by three signs:

And the awakening of an ancient bloodline."

— "The wind… the sword… and now… the blood," he whispered.

He felt a warmth rising from his dantian to his heart.

The bloodline fragment pulsed gently, as if awakening to those very words.

Suddenly, a second scroll began to tremble a few meters away.

But the system issued no warnings. No messages. No prohibitions.

[An ancient presence is stirring within the archives.]

The fourth scroll slowly unrolled.

[New Technique Available: "The Thousand Silences of the Void" – Fragment 1/3]

[A path parallel to conventional cultivation, focused on erasure, invisibility, and the nullification of all hostility. Requires a stable mind and an affinity with the Void.]

Shen Mu opened his eyes. He felt no excitement, no fear. Only… clarity.

— "That was just the first key."

As he stood, ready to leave the chamber, the scrolls sealed themselves once more in deep quiet.

As if acknowledging that he had seen only what he was meant to.

Outside the archives, Mei Lin was still waiting, wide-eyed.

He walked toward her slowly, then replied simply:

— "Some secrets don't sleep. They wait."

Mei Lin asked no further questions.

But she understood that something had changed.

Chapter 35 – The Forbidden Archives