Neo opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a blurry ceiling made of rough wood.
There were shadows on the walls, and soft voices echoed faintly.
He tried to move, but his body felt tiny and weak.
Then he realized something.
He wasn't an adult anymore.
Someone lifted him gently.
Warm hands.
A soft blanket.
A woman's voice saying comforting words he couldn't fully understand.
He looked around slowly.
'This place…'
'True Blessed Lands. I reincarnated here.'
Time passed.
He grew up in a small village.
His parents were simple people.
They were hard-working, and kind.
They treated him with genuine affection.
As a child, he smiled often.
He laughed when his father lifted him high.
He held his mother's hand when she took him to gather water from the stream.
They were not warriors or cultivators.
Just ordinary people living an ordinary life.
And Neo grew up quietly in that warmth.
Years passed.
When he turned sixteen, the sky felt heavier than usual.
