Fallen Star Ridge was known as a burial ground for cultivators.
Spiritual beasts roamed freely, and corrupted qi twisted the land. Those who entered rarely returned alive.
Xu Shiye struggled to stand. His cultivation was gone—completely shattered. Not even a trace of spiritual energy remained in his dantian.
Yet he did not panic.
Because within his shattered core, something else stirred.
A faint, ancient rhythm echoed in his blood, as if the heavens themselves were breathing with him.
"This place didn't kill me…" he said softly.
"So it will become my beginning."