Chapter One: Nameless Oath.
The world did not end in fire.
It ended in silence.
The skies had already shattered days ago, cracked like broken glass by forces no mortal realm should have touched. Seas boiled, continents folded, and ancients beasts-those recorded only in forbidden tablets-walked the land once more, not as guardians, but as remnants of a failed era.
At the center of it all stood Lin Ye-the last survivor of a world that had lost the rights to continue.
His body was broken. His bloodline burned itself apart, veins glowing with fractured runes that once marked him as chosen. Around him lay the remains of sects, empires, and clans that had ruled for tens of thousands of years. None of their legacies mattered now.
What destroyed the world was not a single enemy.
It was knowledge acquired too early, power awakened without understanding, and bloodlines pushed beyond their true essences.
Lin ye knelt atop a mountain that no longer had a name.
In his trembling hands was an object older than history itself: a circular sigil carved from no known material, inscribed with symbols that refused to be remembered once looked away from.
The Nameless Oath.
No record mentioned who created it. No prophecy dared include it. It was said to be a failsafe left behind by something that did not trust fate.
The oath demanded everything.
Not loyalty. Not sacrifice.
But erasure.
A future erased. A self erased. A destiny unmade.
Lin ye laughed weakly, blood dripping from his chin.
"So this is the end," he whispered. "Not victory... not defeat… just correction."
The sigil responded.
The moment his blood touched its surface, The world froze.
Time screamed.
From the shattered heavens descended shadows shaped like eyes-ancient observers awakened by an act that violated causality itself.
--The oath is activated. –subject identified.
--Timeline deemed unsalvageable. –
Regression parameters initializing.
The Nameless Oath Spoke without sound.
Lin ye felt his bloodline peel away layer by layer—not destroyed, bur sealed, fragmented into truths that would only awakened under precise conditions.
--physique: Supreme Origin Vessel – sealed.
--Bloodline: Primordial Beast Sovereign – fragmented.
--Inheritance: Forgotten Epoch legacy – dormant.
One condition per awakening.
One truth per lifetime stage.
His memories shattered next.
Not erased — anchored.
They were compressed into instinct, dreams , unexplained familiarity.
Then came the final clause.
--Identity correction required.
Lin ye's existence was rewritten.
No clan. No lineage. No record.
An orphaned.
Born into obscurity, carrying everything yet owning nothing.
As the world collapsed into white, Lin ye felt himself falling – not through space but through possibility.
His last coherent thought echoed like a vow:
If this world must be corrected…then I will learn what I failed to understand.
He awoke to the sound of rain.
A small village.
A crying infant.
No heavens trembling. No bloodlines blazing.
Only silence… and potential.
The world has begun again.