Eternity Starts From His Seed

Chapter 1: Prologue

Spanning a vast distance like a sea, ancient trees whispered tales of centuries gone by, their gnarled branches stretching like ancient guardians against the canvas of the fog-laden sky.

In the heart of this ancient forest, nestled between towering peaks was an illustrious Immortal Cultivation Sect.

A misty shroud veiled the ancient architecture, where towering pagodas and ornate bridges seemed to float amid the clouds, creating an illusory city hidden from the prying eyes of mortals.

But for cultivators with a keen vision, they would be able to see a sect chained together by multiple rocky mountain peaks, each resembling skyward piercing swords.

Below, stone huts wound around the peaks like sleeping dragons, dotting the landscape of agriculture with pegs of life.

Within one of these small huts, dimly lit by light of dawn seeping through the gaps in the wooden door, a teenage man in a worn robe laid on a clay stove bed.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, their presence a stark contrast to the cold surface beneath him.

Hanging over his head was an ominous dark fog, birthing misty tentacles that snaked toward the young man, drilling into his abdominal cavity and bringing the whispers of a fragmentary babble...

"...Wei o lef... Etern noc bing o wund ta... Cai uyi ye ling... Aris khan haru bine o Qi, waku uy, waku uy..."

"Wake up!" The jarring voice of reality caused the young man to abruptly sit up, his muscles stiff from another restless night.

"Those strange murmurs again..." Rubbing his brow to ease the headache, the young man glanced around his humble dwelling, seemingly oblivious to the dissipating clouds overhead.

Reality soon crashed over him like a tidal wave, washing away the mush in his brain. "That's right..."

Memories of his humble origins flooded his mind.

He was Fang Bubai, the son of a couple in a small, backward village. His parents had named him Fang Bubai, hoping for a life where their son would be invincible... at least within the confines of their modest home.

Yet, the name didn't bless their son as they had expected. Despite their aspirations, Fang Bubai had fallen gravely ill one harsh winter, only to awaken with a soul not his own.

Pro Ye, a 20th-century traveler, fell asleep after studying for his culture test on his bed, but when he woke up again, he had found himself abruptly transmigrated into Fang Bubai's body.

Confused and disoriented, Pro grappled with the sudden change, mourning the loss of the modern conveniences he had taken for granted.

No internet, no electricity, and a life of toil in an ancient village that seemed light-years away from his previous existence.

Not only that, he didn't seem to have received any golden finger! Gone were the thoughts of rising to the moon with one step.

Yet, in the face of adversity, Pro decisively adapted. From then on, he was Fang Bubai!

Thus, the mundane routine of chores, errands, and playing with other children became his daily reality. It was a down-to-earth, rural life, a stark departure from the modern childhood he had known.

However, hidden beneath the monotony was a flame of determination.

With his previous life's modern business acumen, he harbored ambitions far beyond the plowing the village fields.

He envisioned a future where he could elevate their living conditions and transform himself into a prosperous landlord. He even dreamed of ascending the social hierarchy, perhaps even reaching the pinnacle of nobility or kingship!