Neo opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a blurry ceiling made of rough wood.
There were shadows on the walls, and soft voices echoed faintly.
He tried to move, but his body felt tiny and weak.
Then he realized something.
He wasn’t an adult anymore.
Someone lifted him gently.
Warm hands.
A soft blanket.
A woman’s voice saying comforting words he couldn’t fully understand.
He looked around slowly.
’This place...’
’True Blessed Lands. I reincarnated here.’
Time passed.
He grew up in a small village.
His parents were simple people.
They were hard-working, and kind.
They treated him with genuine affection.
As a child, he smiled often.
He laughed when his father lifted him high.
He held his mother’s hand when she took him to gather water from the stream.
They were not warriors or cultivators.
Just ordinary people living an ordinary life.
And Neo grew up quietly in that warmth.
Years passed.
When he turned sixteen, the sky felt heavier than usual.
The house was quiet.
The villagers gathered behind him.
Neo stood in front of a small pyre.
Two bodies had already turned to ash.
His parents.
He bowed his head slowly.
"Thank you for giving birth to me," he whispered in his mind.
The parents he had in this life were "NPCs" created inside the True Blessed Land.
That was what the Celestial Worthy had designed them to be.
But Neo no longer thought of them as that.
They laughed.
They loved.
They made choices on their own.
They lived as real people.
Even if they could never leave the True Blessed Land, it didn’t matter.
Inside this place, they were human.
"Neo..."
Sarah hugged him from behind.
Her voice shook as she tried not to cry.
She was the village chieftain’s daughter.
His closest friend.
They had grown up together, often running through the fields and getting scolded by elders.
"I-It’s fine... don’t cry," she said quietly.
She was the one crying.
Yet Neo didn’t say anything.
He only stared at the ashes and let the silence settle.
Since this place was True Blessed Land, Neo couldn’t affect their life or death unless he wanted to devour them, and then revive them.
But he didn’t.
They had lived a full life.
They had died a natural death.
It felt wrong to disturb that.
However, knowing he could revive them, but was not doing that made his heart twist painfully.
His fists tightened.
His emotions spiraled in ways he hadn’t felt in a long time.
For weeks, Neo barely moved.
He slept, stared at the ceiling, and drifted through each day without purpose.
Even though he had lived countless lives, the death of parents was hard on him. They had treated him kindly and loved him with all their heart.
The villagers checked on him often.
Sarah visited him the most.
She always tried to talk, even when he barely answered.
"I should stop moping around," Neo whispered one morning.
But even then, he stayed lying on the straw bed.
His body felt heavy.
His thoughts floated like dust.
"Heavenly Records," he murmured. "How much time is left?"
[Roughly ten years, master.]
When Neo was resurrected in this life, he still couldn’t use his abilities.
However, he realized he had managed to devour the Cultivator Bai Zhen.



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