Strange Tales: Pursuing Immortality
He had witnessed the splitting of heaven and earth by Pangu and traversed the vast primordial lands. Through boundless ages, Yi'an watched one civilization after another rise and fall—the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han, the strife of the demonic and orthodox paths, the war between witches and demons, the battle for divinity... Yet when he was reborn into an unfamiliar world, the ancient glory had long since faded away. The decline of the divine order, the disappearance of the saints, the twilight of the gods, and one mystery after another—all these now drew him inexorably forward on his journey.
Strange Tales: Pursuing Immortality
Mount Great Sunrise bathed in purple radiance from the east, the clouds veiling a wandering thread of golden light. Layer upon layer of verdant peaks shimmered with ethereal gold, licked by flickering crimson.
Dressed in the tattered garb of a destitute scholar, Yi An reached up in disbelief to rub his own cheek, muttering at his lips, “...To survive great calamity is to be blessed thereafter—so the saying truly goes.”
He was surrounded by mountains on all sides, an utterly unfamiliar landscape. Yi An rolled over and sat up, gazing about with barely contained delight. Especially after confirming that everything before him was real, an inexpressible joy flooded his heart, setting it to pounding like a drum, thundering madly within his chest.
It was a long while before he managed to compose himself, though his face still shone with exuberance.
“At last, I have become human again, just as I wished!”
This was a day he had awaited far too long—so long it defied imagination.
Yi An had once been a human, but after his death, he had inexplicably transformed into a mere wisp of consciousness. Other than being free from hunger and unable to die, he gained no new abilities. The world into which he was reborn was peculiar as well—everywhere shrouded in a gray haze. At first, he could do nothing but drift about aimlessly.
This place seemed boundless, endless; days of utter tedium stretched on for ages, so many that he lost count. Then, one day, Yi An encountered the first living being he had seen in that world—a figure named Pangu.
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