When I woke up from the ruined temple, I had completely forgotten my past life. I could only recognize the word "Ling" on the jade plaque.
Wearing brocade clothes, I don't know where I came from; I am alone and I don't know my name.
I was so hungry that I simply pawned the personal jade token, exchanged it for hot food, and stepped into the world of constant turmoil.
Along the way, the cold spiritual cultivator Ji Guanchen invited me to accompany me, the sect's eldest disciple Wen Jingheng defended me at all times, the white-cut and black boy Xie Linyou always stayed by my side, the gentle medical cultivator Ruan Zhimu looked after me silently, and the demon sworn brother Ling Xiaoheng treated me very differently.
I didn't know who I was, and I didn't know where the road ahead was. I followed them and stumbled forward in an unfamiliar world with only a little bit of ignorant courage and an optimistic temper.
The past is unclear, the storm started first, and I am no longer a pawn who can only wait passively.
Along the way, I have traveled far and wide with my ability and made my way through the world with my heart.
Intention: Stick to your heart, travel around the world with your own strength on the road of amnesia and retrieval, and choose your return path with your sincerity.