Our protagonist was an adult in his late twenties, who had crossed dimensions into a world of cultivation. However, he was sent into the body of an infant when the transcension happened. Our story begins a few years later, when both his parents died to an illness and he was the only heir to his clan, at six years old. Watch him grow as a human and a cultivator as he fends off enemies who desire his fortune and builds his influence in the new world! =/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/= I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY IT BELONGS TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNERS!!!

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".