In 2147, the invasion of the Void Abyss race triggered a global spiritual qi revival. At the Third Division of the Special Affairs Administration in Nanhai City, Lu Yaoran was being mocked by his colleagues. “F-grade spiritual root, bottom of the merit rankings, and you call yourself a cultivator?” He lowered his head and said nothing. Three years ago, his sect had cast him out, calling him a good-for-nothing. Now he was just marking time in the government system, unable to get even the lowest-grade spiritual vein resources.
Then, during a purge mission, the Void Abyss commander crossed into their world, leaving everyone in the Third Division gravely wounded. Division Chief Yin Cizhou’s spirit sword shattered, and Xin Weiyang collapsed unconscious in his arms. Lu Yaoran was forced to stand in front of them all, but he couldn’t kill. The precepts of a Wisdom Light cultivator forbade killing: slay one person, and his inner demon would retaliate, leaving his soul scattered.
Desperate, he closed his eyes. Countless sutras turned into points of light in his mind. His extraordinary insight awakened for the first time, and in an instant he mastered the long-lost Great Compassion Formless Seal, but the price was forgetting his junior sister’s face.
With one palm strike, he pinned the commander beneath golden light. The enemy was worse than dead, yet completely unharmed. Capturing a powerful being from another realm alive sent his merit points soaring. When word reached his sect, his old enemies panicked: How had that good-for-nothing suddenly become such a government-system star that even the council wanted him on their side?
Lu Yaoran touched the empty space in his memory and calmly opened the next forbidden technique. “What does it matter if I forget one more time?”
