Chapter 1: Awakening from a Great Dream

  In ancient times, Zhuanxu had the delusion of dominating the six realms, destroying the heavenly pillar of Mount Buzhou, causing the living beings of the six realms to suffer. The Supreme God Fuxi and Nuwa joined forces to slay Zhuanxu, sacrificing themselves to repair the heavenly pillar of Mount Buzhou, exchanging for the peace of the six realms.

  "Are we going to disappear like this?" On an unknown small island, Nüwa transformed into a human-headed snake body, sitting opposite Fuxi with a smile that had a few parts of worry and sorrow. "Zhuanxu has been executed, but he still escaped with one of the three souls and seven spirits, and before his death, he transferred his divine power to the future. If this force awakens... I'm afraid it will be another bloody storm."

  Fuxi thought for a moment, raised his head, and his eyes shone with wisdom. "If Zhuanxu can do it, why can't we?"

  "You mean..."

  Fuxi nodded, "We will also transfer our power to the future, so that those who are destined can contend with Zhuanxu."

  Nüwa smiled slightly, nodded in agreement, and closed her eyes to cast a spell with Fuxi. As the two people's magical powers dissipated, their bodies gradually became transparent, eventually disappearing and transforming into colorful clouds at the edge of the sky.

  Winter comes and summer goes, flowers bloom and wither, that great war ended has already passed for ten thousand years.

  Human world, outside Ning City.

  Zi Yan sat by the window, closing the book in her hand, her eyes gazing out the window with a vacant expression, her blue and purple irises dull and lifeless like a stagnant pool of dead water.

  Who am I...

  This is a pressing issue that Zhi Yan needs to solve in her life. She's not a philosopher, and this question isn't about exploring the ultimate meaning of life for her, but rather she really doesn't know who she is...

  That day, she woke up from a cold and chaotic state, no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't remember who she was. She couldn't remember her name, age, whether she had parents or relatives. She tried many methods, but all she got was endless pain.

  That day, she woke up, dazed and flustered, looking around, only to see a handsome man sitting beside her, with silver hair, blue clothes, and a smile on his face as warm and beautiful as the sunshine in April.

  "Who are you?"

  "Tranquil."

  "Who... am I?"

  "Makeup."

  "What's wrong with your face?"

  "That's right, Zhi Yan, this is your name."

  In the days that followed, Zhi Yan lived with Ze Ran on this Wú Wàng Mountain. Wú Wàng Mountain was far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, except for flowers, grass, trees, fish, insects, birds, and beasts, there were only two people. Although life on Wú Wàng Mountain was dull, Zhi Yan felt that every day was filled with joy. At that time, Ze Ran told her that he was not a human being, but an ancient divine beast, the Ice Phoenix from the ninth heaven of the divine realm; He told her that he had always lived in the place where the sun and moon intersected in the divine realm, occasionally coming to the mortal world to wander around and getting to know and saving her. Ze Ran told her many things about himself, but as for Zhi Yan's past, he never mentioned it. He said those memories were unimportant, people should live in the present, not in the past.

  However, Zhi Yan didn't think so. She was eager to know who she was, why she had such strange eyes, why she woke up with a body full of injuries, and why the ugly scar on her collarbone, which had already healed, still ached secretly. She tried to piece together the fragments of her memory, but often things went against her wishes, and her persistence only made those fragments more scattered.

  Two years later, the wounds on Zhi Yan's body had long since healed, but she still couldn't recover her memories. She sat in front of a copper mirror, admiring her own eyes and the red tattoo on her right collarbone that covered up the scar, feeling a bit annoyed in her heart. With a wave of her sleeve, everything on the table was swept to the ground, making a mess.

  She knew that these eerie eyes were the seal of her own memories, and as long as the seal was not broken, she would never be able to recall her past.

  Zeran walked in from the doorway, saw the scene inside and shook his head helplessly. With a light wave of his jade hand, those things returned to their original places as if nothing had happened.

  "Yan'er, from Wuwang Mountain to Ning City, how many times have we made this trip?"

  Her face was filled with annoyance and frustration, she didn't want to bother with Zeyan, the child got angry and turned his head to one side.

  Zean walked up and covered her eyes with his right hand, just for a moment, her eyes turned black, no different from ordinary people. "Will it look better this way?"

  "You can make the scars on my body elsewhere disappear without a trace, why don't you help me get rid of this scar?" She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Ziran, I hate this scar."

  "Yan'er, I'm sorry. As I said before, there's nothing I can do here."

  From Mount Wuwang to Ning City, there is a reason, and it's an important one. About half a year ago, when Xing Yan was idle and bored, she accidentally found a tattered book in Ze Ran's collection that recorded the method to restore her memory. Extract the person's most important memory as a guide, add a drop of blood tears, and seal it to remove it. However, extracting human memories requires taking one of the three souls and seven spirits from the person, which Ze Ran strongly disagrees with. As a god, he cannot harm humans, for gods who harm humans will be punished by heaven.

  Xie Yan saw that he disagreed, and in a fit of anger, she left Wu Wang Mountain alone. She had just left for a short while when she was almost caught by the evil spirits at the foot of the mountain. Helpless, Ze Ye could only agree, but she only took responsibility for protecting her safety and did not interfere with other matters.

  It's ironic that Xing Yan has the ability to control other people's memories, yet she herself is a person without past memories. She had also tried to peek into Ze Ran's memories to find her past self, but he was a god and his powers were too strong, resulting in failure every time.

  It was late at night, Zhi Yan raised her head and looked out of the window, it was already midnight.

  Zeran lightly sighed, his right hand lifted, and an ancient zither emitting a faint blue glow appeared on the windowsill. Every fifteenth of the month was the day to cast spells. Xing Yan's mouth curved into a satisfied smile as he sat down beside the zither, his fingers plucking at the strings, but in this quiet night, not a single sound could be heard. This zither was called "Heart Zither", and those who were destined would hear its melody and follow its guidance to come.

  Zeran listened to the melody that was both eerie and sorrowful, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. He wasn't sure where the book came from or if its methods were effective. Half a year had passed, and although Zeran had extracted the memories of several people, the seal on Xingyan hadn't weakened in the slightest, which alleviated some of the weight in his heart. He kept consoling himself, thinking that maybe the method in the book was useless, and he might as well just accompany her in her madness. But deep down, he really wanted her to remember their past, yet if she did, it would only bring about a bloody storm. He knew her pain, but she had forgotten herself, unable to recall even the smallest details of their past. He too was suffering greatly, and since he couldn't help her share the burden, he could only accompany her in enduring it, just like they used to in the old days.

  On the second day, early in the morning, before sunrise, a thin mist lingered in the small courtyard, looking ethereal from afar. A middle-aged man with a dull gaze sat motionless on a stone in the courtyard. It wasn't until the sun rose and the mist dispersed that the man came to his senses, and a hint of vitality returned to his eyes.

  The man was dressed in luxurious attire, his black clothes exuding an air of majesty and a warning to strangers. The moment he regained consciousness, the killing intent in his eyes startled Xing Yan.

  "What is this! How can you be here!" The man's tone was stern and menacing, interrogating Zhi Yan.

  "Cloud Jing, Cloud General, don't be so fierce. It's early in the morning, such a loud voice is really disturbing." Zhi Yan blinked and handed him a cup of tea, "Besides, you came here yourself, I didn't do anything." Zhi Yan knew this man, he was from a military family, renowned on the battlefield, and was conferred as General by the Emperor - Yun Jing.

  "Self......" Yun Jing furrowed his brow, only remembering that he had heard the sound of a guqin, and then... when he came to, he found himself here. Could it be that he had been cast under some kind of spell?

  Zi Yan seemed to have seen through Yun Jing's thoughts, and smiled as she said: "I know you must be thinking that I'm a monster, but actually, our meeting is fate. Since you've come here, why not make a deal with me? Give me your most precious memory, and in exchange, I'll help you complete one thing."

  "This general is not a merchant and has no interest in doing business. Moreover, this is simply nonsense." Yun Jing let out a cold snort and stood up to walk towards the door, but found himself blocked by an invisible wall. "This is obviously demonic magic, yet you still say you're not a demon!"

  "This is just a protective barrier for this place," Xing Yan suddenly raised his head to look into his eyes, with a flash of light in his eyes and a hint of a smile on his face, his red lips slightly opened, slowly spitting out a few words, "Dong Hu Bai Lian."

  Yun Jing's body stiffened, and he stood there in a daze. He hesitated for a long time before turning around, his eyes no longer flashing with anger and majesty, but instead filled with sorrow. He opened his mouth to say something, then smiled wryly and shook his head, "Forget it, what I want, you can't do."

  "You don't say, how would you know I can't do it? As long as we don't let the dead become the living, everything else should be fine."

  "I want to see someone," he gazed up at the sky, his mouth slightly curved upwards, with a gentleness in his eyes that was vastly different from before, yet it made him seem like a lonely child, "someone who has been gone for a very long time."

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