"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
My voice echoed in the void, a soundless scream that reverberated through the emptiness. But there was no answer, only a suffocating silence that pressed in from all sides, an overwhelming void that seemed to consume everything—sound, light, thought. I was alone, suspended in this abyss, and the vastness of it was terrifying.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of me, blinding in its intensity. Instinctively, I raised my hands to shield my eyes, but the moment I did, a chilling realization struck—I had no hands. No arms, no body, no eyes. Yet, I could see, perceive the light and its overwhelming brightness. How was that possible?