From the moment I was born, I carried a memory that should not exist.
There were steel behemoths racing across the land and silver birds soaring through the sky, a completely different "world."
Everyone said it was "wisdom from a past life," a gift from reincarnation. But I knew there was no past life in those memories, only the ruins of a steel jungle.
It wasn't until I entered the cultivation world that I discovered the "reincarnation mark" engraved deep in my soul was no gift. It was a seed someone had planted. Ten thousand years ago, someone compressed the memories of another civilization into seeds and scattered them among countless newborn souls, waiting for one of them to blossom and bear fruit.
Now I have become that fruit.
The one who planted the seed has come to me, asking me to inherit his legacy and keep scattering memory seeds into new worlds.
But I refused.
I am no one's pawn. My memories, my Dao, my path: I will forge them all myself.
Since the laws of this world are withering, I will use these memories from another world as kindling and burn a path to the Great Dao, one that no one has ever walked before!
