Silence.
Not the silence of an empty room, nor the muted hush of snow. It was deeper—vast, endless, like sinking into still water without light or sound. Lin Yuan floated in that emptiness, weightless. Time didn't exist there. Neither did pain.
Only a distant glow.
It pulsed softly—warm, comforting, like sunlight through closed eyelids. Something deep inside him stirred. He drifted toward it—not by choice, but by instinct. It felt familiar. Inviting.
Then suddenly—
A streak of purple-gold light tore across the void like lightning. It wasn't warm. It wasn't gentle. It was fierce—alive—buzzing with ancient, unearthly energy. Before he could react, it struck him.
Agony. Brilliant, searing, absolute torture.
The glow vanished.
His consciousness was damaged, gradually recovering, and during that time, a new one quietly formed within him.
—
Lin Yuan gasped and jolted upright.
Pain exploded in his skull.
It was as though memories—hundreds of them—were being poured into his mind like burning liquid. Voices, faces, landscapes, foreign words, emotions—flashing, repeating, merging.
Cultivation world. Ling Zhou (Verdant Spirit Continent). Tian ling Realm (Mystic Azure verdant celestial realm ). Spiritual Qi. Cultivation. Beast attacks. A small farm. Sick parents. A young boy—fifteen—carrying herbs in a small pouch, hope shining in his eyes.
The worlds overlapped. The past and present layered together—one urban, cold, and Gray. The other wild, ancient, filled with misty mountains, spiritual beasts, and glowing veins of heaven and earth.
Two lives.
One soul.
He was reincarnated.
both minds (consciousness) slowly merged into one
After getting his thoughts together his breath slowly steadied.
He opened his eyes.
He lay beside a dirt road, weeds swaying gently in the mountain breeze. The air smelled of pine and fresh earth—clean, natural, untouched. In the distance, towering peaks pierced rolling clouds, and faint traces of spiritual mist curled through the valleys like hidden dreams. He heard no cars. No neon signs buzzed. No fake smiles. Only wind. Only nature.
And he remembered everything.
He was Lin Yuan (Past Life).
From Beijing—an orphan, an office worker, a man who died saving a child.
He was also Lin Yuanfeng (Present Life).
A fifteen-year-old loose cultivator from Ling Zhou, a spiritual farmer's son, searching for medicine to save his injured parents—before bandits struck him unconscious.
He sat in silence for a long time.
In this world, he had parents.
In this world, he wasn't alone.
His heart trembled—not with fear, but with something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Belonging.
A small, fragile smile formed on his lips.
He looked to the sky. Clouds drifted lazily across stretching blue, like brushstrokes on a painting. The wind rustled the grass gently, as though nudging him forward.
A thought emerged—firm and clear—
In this life, I will live differently.
Not as a ghost in a cubicle, not drowned by loneliness.
But free. Calm. Alive.
I will protect what I have. I will cherish those who are mine.
I will live—not to endure—but to truly live.
He stood, testing his limbs. Slightly weak, but uninjured. The bandits had taken his money and herbs—but spared his life.
Or rather, his new life had just begun.
He clenched his fist.
"I need to get medicine," he murmured to himself. "Mom… Dad… they're waiting."
The memory of his parents here flooded in—rough hands from farming, worn smiles, and eyes full of warmth. They weren't wealthy or powerful. Just simple spiritual farmers growing qi-infused herbs on poor land. The beast attack had injured them beyond natural healing. Only medicine from Clear Water Town market could save them.
He patted his pockets.
Empty.
No money.
No medicine.
But this time, he wasn't helpless.
In his mind lay the wisdom of two worlds—knowledge, discipline, resilience. Years of silent endurance had forged his patience. Years of loneliness had taught him the value of connection.
He took a deep breath, looked toward the dirt road winding between trees and farmland, and began walking. The breeze followed him like an old friend.
No longer an invisible office worker.
No longer just a farmer boy.
But a man with a second chance.
Ahead, miles away, lay Qingshui Town—the starting point of his new path.
And far beyond the mountains, across the seas, lay Tian zhou, the Azure Heaven Continent—where immortals walked and legends were born.
But for now…
His journey began with a single step.
And the determination—
Not to be lonely again.
Not in this life.
Not ever.
And somewhere deep inside…
He felt a faint warmth.
Purple-gold. Hidden. Dormant.
Not ordinary.