After waking in this new body, Cang Yan spent days exploring the memories he inherited.
> “So this place is Luo City, in Ming County… on the Qin Continent,” he muttered, sitting by the window. “And my current age is seven. In two months, I’ll turn eight…”
His eyes gleamed.
> “That means I’ll soon attend the Root and Martial Spirit Awakening Ceremony.”
Every child in Luo City awaited that day with excitement and fear—it would decide their entire future.
Cang Yan clenched his fist.
> “Then I’ll use that moment to reveal… my first gift.”
He closed his eyes, focusing inward. A dark, swirling energy appeared within his soul sea.
[Devouring Skill]
> “If I kill a being and use this skill… I can absorb ten percent of their cultivation,” he whispered in awe. “That means even a single victory can make me stronger.”
A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.
Then, a brilliant light flashed in his mind—the form of a golden spirit, surrounded by celestial runes.
[Celestial Martial Spirit]
> “So this is my second gift,” Cang Yan said. “Its grade can be leveled from 1 to 20… but to do that, I’ll need powerful elixirs or pills.”
The golden spirit pulsed once before vanishing back into his soul.
Finally, a faint shimmer covered his eyes, and strange symbols appeared within his vision.
[Heaven’s Concealment Eye]
> “My third gift,” he murmured. “It lets me hide my cultivation and see others’—but only up to three major realms above me. Beyond that… they’ll see my true level.”
Cang Yan’s lips curved into a determined smile.
> “Devour, grow, and rise.
God gave me three gifts… I’ll use them all.
In this life, I won’t be weak again.”
Outside, the bells of Luo City rang, echoing through the morning air. The day of awakening was drawing near.