The wind howled through the bamboo forest as dusk settled over the mountain. Feng Liren, barely ten summers old, stood at the edge of the of a cliff his hand's stretched in the sect's direction as he wishes his mother hugs him and wakes him up from this nightmare, his robes too large for his small frame, his hands trembling.
The words "sealed beneath the Ninefold Abyss" echoed in his mind like a curse.
He'd heard stories of ancient beasts locked beneath mountains, of cultivators frozen in time to prevent calamity. But this was his mother. She wasn't a beast. She wasn't a calamity.
She was the one who hummed lullabies while grinding herbs. Who taught him to listen to the wind when meditating. Who told him that the stars were the eyes of ancestors, watching kindly from above.
Now she was beneath the Ninefold Abyss.
Lan Yu had never seen the Abyss, only heard its name spoken in hushed tones. A place where light did not reach. Where time curled in on itself. Where even sound was devoured.
Feng Lianer didn't cry. Not yet. He simply stared at the horizon, where the clouds gathered like mourning veils, and clenched the hand of his sister who was crying her eyes out since waking up. The world felt colder now. And somewhere deep inside, something ancient stirred—a quiet fury, a promise waiting to be made.
After travelling for two days straight the group finally reached the edge of the forest, Hanan had decided to go ahead and search for a place to live in the city located at the outskirts of the forest, where she hears about the loss of THE CRIMSON ABYSS SECT'S sect master to a void soverign realm elder, and informs the twin about this unfortunate event with her fists clenched so hard that blood was dropping like sweat but none of them seem to notice it as they were still trying to process what they had just listened.
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Feng Liren sat beside his sleeping sister tired after all the events which took place in the past few days, the night pressing down like a shroud. The pendant in his hand pulsed faintly, but his thoughts were louder than any heartbeat.
He remembered everything.
Not from this world—but from Earth.
He had been a prodigy. A polymath. By age fifteen, he'd cracked quantum encryption algorithms for fun. By twenty, he was lecturing professors on multidimensional physics. He understood systems, patterns, logic—he saw the world as code, and he rewrote it.
Then came the accident. Or maybe it was fate. One moment he was in his lab, the next moment the lights dimmed, both his and the lab, and next he woke in a world of qi, sects, and spiritual beasts. A child again. But his mind? Untouched. Unbroken.
And now, they had sealed his mother.
She wasn't just a kind soul in this world—she was the only person who had shown him warmth since his arrival. And they buried her beneath the Ninefold Abyss, a place so cursed even the stars refused to shine above it.
"They think I'm just a child. A mortal. A footnote in their grand cultivation saga."
"But I've solved equations that bent spacetime. I've built machines that simulated consciousness. I've stared into the abyss of reality—and I didn't blink."
"This world runs on spiritual laws. Good. Laws can be broken."
"I'll learn their cultivation. I'll master their seals. And then I'll rewrite their fate."
"They buried her in silence. I'll answer with a scream that splits the heavens."
His eyes glowed faintly—not with qi, but with something deeper. A fusion of Earth-born intellect and the raw power of this realm. He wasn't just a reincarnated soul. He was an anomaly. A glitch in the divine system.
And he would become its reckoning.
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Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the dirt path. Two figures moved swiftly beneath the trees—cloaked, silent, hearts pounding. Feng Liren and Feng Chen, twins by blood hmm, fugitives by fate.
They had escaped under cover of night. The sect that once sheltered them had turned cold, whispers of betrayal and forbidden bloodlines echoing through its halls. Their mother's sealing had triggered something darker—forces that now hunted them.
So they ran.
Disguised in plain robes, faces smudged with ash, they looked like nothing more than wandering orphans. But beneath the surface, their blood burned with secrets.
At the fork in the forest trail, they stopped.
Feng Chen clutched the pendant their mother had left behind, her fingers trembling.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Feng Liren nodded, eyes sharp.
"You'll be safer with Mother's clan. They're hidden, and they owe her everything. You'll be protected—and trained. They can train sister Hanan too."
Feng Chen hesitated. She wanted to stay. But she knew her brother's mind was already made.
"And you?"
"Ashveil Sect,"
He said, voice like steel. "They hold the keys to the sealing techniques. If I get in, I can find out who did this to her. And how to undo it."
They embraced once, tightly, like two halves of a soul being torn apart.
Then, without another word, Feng Chen turned down the eastern path—toward the mist-shrouded mountains where the Hidden Orchid Clan waited. Her mother's blood would guide her.
Feng Liren turned west, toward the looming gates of Ashveil Sect, where danger and destiny awaited.
They didn't look back.
"......" Feng Liren sighs softly
'It's been ten years, and now I am once again alone'
The mountain wind bit at his cheeks as Feng Liren stepped onto the stone path leading to Ashveil Sect. His robes were plain, dust-streaked from travel, and his hair tied in a simple knot—no ornaments, no clan insignia, no trace of who he truly was.
Just another orphan. Just another hopeful.
But beneath the disguise, his mind was sharper than any blade. He had calculated every step, every lie, every forged scroll. The name he gave them—"Liren of the Hollow Vale"—was a fiction. The story of a boy whose village was destroyed in a border raid. It was believable. It was forgettable.
And that was the point.
The sect's outer courtyard was already crowded with candidates. Some wore silks embroidered with clan crests. Others carried spirit beasts or rare talismans. Liren kept his head down, eyes scanning, memorizing faces, movements, patterns. He wasn't here to impress.
He was here to infiltrate.
The entrance exam was brutal by design. A test of qi resonance, spiritual control, and raw survival instinct. But Liren had prepared. Not just with cultivation—but with logic, tactics, and the cold clarity of someone who had once been a genius on Earth.
He stepped onto the testing platform when his name was called.
The elder overseeing the exam barely glanced at him.
"Release your qi into the array. Let it judge your worth."
Liren closed his eyes. He didn't unleash everything—just enough to pass. His qi was precise, like a scalpel rather than a hammer. The array flickered, then pulsed with a strange rhythm. One of the elders raised an eyebrow.
"Unusual control for someone so young…"
Liren said nothing. He bowed, stepped back, and waited.
He was accepted.
As the gates opened and the successful candidates were led inside, Liren glanced once toward the eastern horizon—where Feng Chen had vanished into the mist, toward their mother's clan.
They were apart now. But not broken.
He would rise through Ashveil's ranks. He would uncover the truth behind the sealing. And when the time came, he would burn the names of their enemies into the sky.
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