In the vast world of the Great Hong, he had an ancestor from a million years ago named Jiang Ziya. In the devouring universe, he had a classmate named Luo Feng.
The Great Song Dynasty, Baihe County, Jiang Estate.
This mansion was immense—one of the grandest in the county. Its corridors twisted and turned, water flowed in winding streams, rockeries layered upon each other, flowers and greenery dotted the grounds, offering a tranquility imbued with luxury.
To the east lay a refined courtyard, its plaque reading “East Peace Pavilion.” Within stood a loft, even with water diverted through its grounds. Beside a stone table in the courtyard sat a young man, his long hair tied back, dressed in a robe of blue that swept the ground. His fair face was marked by a somewhat vacant gaze.
“Upon waking, I’ve become an eighteen-year-old youth named Jiang Fan?”
“A Great Song Dynasty where immortals, demons, monsters, and buddhas all coexist?”
“Just outside the county, river demons already wreak havoc?”
“The path of cultivation can lead to ascension as an immortal?”
“The founder of the Great Song Dynasty bore the surname Song, not Zhao?”
Jiang Fan absorbed the memories, understood the situation, and his initial anxiety gradually eased, replaced by excitement.
“The cultivation path leads to immortality!”
“Foundation building, Qi refining, Innate realm, the Dao…!”
“But this body seems somewhat useless!”
“Eighteen years old and still not finished foundation building!”
Jiang Fan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
He shook his head, helpless.
His original self had been kidnapped by evil sectarians as a child, half sacrificed before b