The rain over Qingyun Sect never seemed to stop.
Cold water ran through broken rooftops and muddy stone paths while disciples whispered the same thing behind Ye Chen’s back, that his expulsion was only a matter of time. Weak cultivation, useless talent, embarrassing reputation, the original owner of this body had already become a joke long before anyone bothered learning his name.
Honestly, nobody expected him to survive much longer.
Ye Chen himself barely understood what was happening at first. One day he had been an archaeology student on Earth, buried in research about forgotten civilizations and ancient relics, the next he woke inside a brutal cultivation world where people fought over status, resources, and survival with terrifying casualness. The Qingyun Sect looked glorious from the outside, but underneath all that prestige was something uglier, rivalries that turned deadly fast, disciples smiling while waiting for someone weaker to fall.
And Ye Chen was definitely weaker.
At least, that’s what everyone believed.
Somewhere after his arrival, strange things started happening around him. Fragments of unfamiliar memories, moments where he felt as though something ancient was watching from far beyond the mountains, and then there was the tower, silent, mysterious, impossible to explain. Ye Chen doesn’t fully understand what it is or why it appeared inside him, only that the secrets connected to it feel older than the sect itself.
Maybe older than the current age entirely.
The worst part is that certain people seem to recognize traces of it before he does.
As Ye Chen struggles to survive inside Qingyun Sect, he slowly becomes entangled in hidden conflicts, dangerous ruins, and mysteries that probably should have stayed buried. Every step forward drags him deeper into something vast and unsettling, the kind of secret powerful cultivators would kill to keep hidden.
Unfortunately for them, Ye Chen has already stepped onto that path, and turning back no longer feels possible.
