The family has guarded an unknown grave for generations, saying that their ancestors owed great kindness to the person in the grave. I was the only one left in my generation, so I simply built a tent next to the grave. One night, the tomb cracked open. There was no coffin inside, just an empty earthen chamber. The walls were carved with lines that I couldn't understand. By some strange mistake, I lay down in the grave and slept for a while. In my dream, I turned into another person and experienced seven complete reincarnations: beggar, general, scholar, prostitute, emperor, monk, and dead tree. When I woke up, the tomb was closed as before, and there were seven more life memories in my mind that were not mine, as well as seven completely different cultivation instincts. What's even weirder is that seven weak "pseudo-gold elixirs" of different colors appeared in my Dantian, and they were slowly merging. Thunderclouds gathered in the sky in the distance, and the power of the thunderstorm seemed to kill something that should not exist in the world - and that thing was in my body at the moment.
