We Were Born to Be Immortals

Qin Yue, an obstetrician at a top-tier hospital, has a secret he doesn't dare speak aloud: he can see a “lock” on the back of every newborn's neck. That night, he watched with his own eyes as a baby was locked. The entire department of nurses lost their memories, and the security footage showed nothing but static. No one believed him. The childhood medical record labeling him delusional bore the signature of his own father. Then he discovered the truth: everyone in the world is an immortal, they've simply forgotten. A thousand-year-old “Grand Array of Forgetting” is parasitic on the memory loss of infancy, siphoning away the immortal breath each child draws at birth. And the so-called path of cultivation only locks you in more tightly as your realm grows higher. Ten thousand years of cultivation, all in the wrong direction. The three birthing rites passed down by his grandmother are the final keys to breaking the locks. From then on, by day he is a doctor in the delivery room; by night, a lantern-bearing lock breaker. Immortality, corpse liberation, Yin immortals, spreading the Dao: each path has its own scroll, and within the myriad paths are all living beings. Xu Fu, an agent of the Lock-Seeking Bureau, warns him, “Forgetting is an act of mercy. If you remember, you'll get everyone you've guided killed.” Qin Yue raises his lantern and walks into the night. You were born an immortal. You simply forgot.