Anchor Year 1, Great Xuan, atop Jieli Mountain.

Li Fan, twenty years old, stood alone on the mountain peak, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the sea of clouds in the distance.

The morning sun rose slowly from the east, releasing a myriad rays of light that dyed the clouds a deep crimson.

On Li Fan's youthful face, a trace of vicissitude flickered in his eyes.

The passage of three thousand years has not left me entirely unaffected, it seems.

Li Fan let out a soft sigh.

The moment Return to Truth activated and brought him back to the peak of Jieli Mountain, the accumulated experiences of his time embodied within the object came crashing over him like a tidal wave.

It was a span of time longer than the hundred-plus lifetimes he had experienced in human form since his transmigration, all combined.

His memories from that period were neither...