The cry of a baby shattered the silence of a small village in a low-level cultivation world.
The heavens did not thunder.
No divine signs appeared.
Just an ordinary infant.
Yet behind those newly opened eyes…
lay intact cosmic memories.
Xuán Líng did not forget.
He knew who he once was.
He knew what he had done.
And he knew one thing for certain:
"I will not return to the old path."