WHEN HEAVENS FORGET MY NAME
In a world that remembers gods, I chose to survive being forgotten.”
“Power remembers bloodlines. The heavens remembered nothing about me.”
“I was not chosen. I was erased.”
“Ascension is for those remembered. Survival is for the forgotten.”
In a martial world stacked like a nesting doll of heavens and ruins, Li Yaochen is born at the very bottom—no lineage, no sect, no destiny worth naming. Power here is not earned by effort alone but hoarded by bloodlines, ancient pacts, and monsters that remember eras humans have forgotten. When Li Yaochen survives an encounter that should have erased him, he unknowingly binds himself to a silent relic—a presence only he can perceive, older than the world itself, and utterly indifferent to his survival. From that moment on, living becomes an act of defiance.
Sects fracture into holy and evil, geniuses rise like meteors, and forbidden techniques rot their wielders from within. As Li Yaochen crawls through academies, ruins, and mystery realms, he learns a cruel truth: defeat is more common than victory, and mercy is a luxury of the strong. Monsters and sentient plants wage wars of unity, while an Ancient Race—physically superior and terrifyingly patient—moves from the shadows, waiting for humanity to reach a level worth exterminating. Murals whisper half-truths, artifacts demand unbearable prices, and even the gods watch with divided intent.
This is not a tale of a chosen savior. It is the chronicle of a man who survives by cowardice when needed, ruthlessness when cornered, and wit when all paths close. As worlds unfold into higher planes and forgotten histories resurface, Li Yaochen remains what he has always been—a grain of sand climbing a mountain that may never end. And yet, somewhere beyond the ruins of dead universes, something ancient is watching him… not with hope, but with recognition.
In a cosmos where power devours meaning, can survival itself become the highest form of rebellion?
