How does it feel when you wake up in the dark and find that you have lost your memory, have no spiritual power, and have been buried? It's very uncomfortable...
After finally crawling out of the soil, I found that fifty years had passed in this world... It was even more uncomfortable...
Why was he buried? I remember it seemed like the sect was destroyed and I was killed when I tried to run away...?
The memory fragments of my growth were when my most beloved senior brother came down the mountain, which was also my tenth birthday. What clues might there be?
With a heavy heart, I walked on the unfamiliar yet familiar streets, slowly looking for the lost memories... I became stronger bit by bit, and I will definitely take revenge!
Fortunately, I was not lonely on this road, and there was a friend with whom I had a great conversation... However, I couldn't see through him.
"You are not an ordinary person... Are you a Tao? Or a demon?" I asked.
"Is it really that important to be a demon?" He answered with a smile, his eyes clear, but mixed with a hint of... Expectation? Are you expecting my answer?
"That's true, as long as you don't have any harmful intentions..." I was stunned. It seemed that... I had said such a thing before?