"Memory does not die.It merely sinks deeper—until the soul bleeds enough to unearth it again."
Deep beneath the Great Burial Altar — the Spirit Burial Realm Awakens
When the tear-shaped stone gate cracked open, a whirlwind of gray wind surged from the bottomless abyss.The world before Lâm Mạc twisted.
No more sacrificial altar.No more white-robed figure.
Only a distorted realm remained—where time had no meaning, sound was devoured, and light could not exist.It was as though space itself was a wound that had never healed.
The voice of gray ash echoed again:
"This is the Spirit Burial Realm—where memories erased by the Heavenly Dao… now rise again."
Lâm Mạc wandered through the chaos, each step falling upon shattered fragments of forgotten memories:
A trembling child crying in the dark as his spiritual meridians were shattered.
A young boy kneeling in snow, blood pooling beneath his frozen fingertips.
A girl clutching him in the rain—torn away by force, her desperate gaze turning to stone.
With each step, pain pierced deeper into his soul.With each memory, he relived a death not of flesh—but of heart.
"Why must I remember this?"
"Because to defy Heaven," the voice replied,"you must carry everything Heaven tried to make you forget."
Suddenly, a mirror of blood appeared before him—The Mirror of Blood Inquiry (Huyết Vấn Chi Kính).
But the reflection it showed… was not him.
It was another Lâm Mạc—eyes hollow, smile twisted, drenched in blood, standing amidst carnage, lost to hatred.
"This is you…when your Dao Heart is consumed by vengeance."
"Will you preserve your soul—or sacrifice your humanity to gain power?"
There was no right answer.
He stood silent.Closed his eyes.
A droplet of blood slid from the corner of his lips.
"If I must choose… I choose to keep the pain."
"That pain… is what keeps me from becoming a monster."
The mirror shattered.
Shards of blood shot into his soul, searing through the ash that had long smothered his memories.
Then, from the void, a silver-ash eye slowly opened.Within it… ancient characters burned:
"Blood of the Forsaken –Cast out by Heaven, yet refuses to wander in vain."
Agony tore through him.
His bloodline fractured—veins cracking as each drop of blood began to reconstruct itself, shaped by an archaic system never recorded in any cultivation path.
In that moment, the first layer of the Thái Sơ Sinh Đạo was rewritten—not with Spiritual Energy,but with memory, blood, and a will that defies the heavens.
"From this day forward, my blood…is no longer cursed."
"It is the Blood of the Forsaken—the kind that burns divine laws… and carves my name into the myriad realms."
Each drop of blood that fell from Lâm Mạc's body to the ancient stone floor… ignited into ash.
But that ash did not scatter—it rose against gravity, embedding itself into the cracks of the Spirit Burial Realm.
A new life begins—born from where he had once been buried alive.