The night my family was wiped out, I crawled out of the pile of corpses and awakened the ability to devour other people's memories.
>From then on, I carried the forgetfulness of the entire world of cultivation.
>When the elders regarded memories as cultivation resources and plundered them wantonly, I was on the verge of collapse due to absorbing too much pain.
>"Stay alive," a gentle female voice whispered in my head, "You carry our hope."
>For this hope, I devoured the memory of my enemy, but discovered the biggest secret in the world of cultivation:
>The spiritual energy itself is actually transformed from the pain of ancient sentient beings.
>When Patriarch Wuya attempted to refine the memory of the entire world of cultivation, I stood in front of him:
>"Every memory you plunder is a relative that I protect."
>Billions of memories bloom within my body, turning into a sword that cuts off fate.
