So… I was transmigrated, huh?
I sat alone in a villa, the air still, the stars vast and unfamiliar above. The cool breeze brushed past, but my heart remained calm—unshaken. Strangely, there was no panic. No confusion. Just clarity. Anxiety wouldn't help me. It never did. Not in my past life, and certainly not now.
This new world… it was a cultivation civilization, yes, but far beyond the ones described in fantasy novels. Humanity had stepped into the interstellar age long ago, spreading across galaxies. Three million years had passed since the dawn of what they call the Star Age.
As I dug deeper into my new memories, the truth unfurled before me like a cosmic tapestry—this universe had been transformed by an enigmatic force called Aether. It swept across everything, reshaping civilizations and evolution itself.
Humanity first discovered it on Earth, of all places. One man—just one—was mutated by its power, unlocking something transcendent. And that was the beginning.
The first "Awakened" rose from that event—beings that defied the known limits of human potential. In time, science and imagination merged. Things that once belonged only in fiction became real.
I looked up again, feeling the weight of that history pressing against the stars. "So tomorrow… I awaken too."
My voice broke the silence, calm but steady. The Awakening Ceremony was a rite—a moment when the Heaven's Will chose whether to bestow its blessing.
The Heaven's Will… a being? No. More than that. An eternal, formless will of the universe. Neither male nor female. Neither compassionate nor cruel. A god without desire. It existed to maintain balance—to preserve the integrity of the universe's divine modules.
To be chosen by it meant potential. Evolution. Ascension.
But I wasn't starting with nothing.
I glanced at the object on the table beside me—the thing that brought me here. The Void Record. Just thinking about it sent a faint pulse through my soul, like a whisper from the edge of eternity.
From what little I understood, it was a relic of incomprehensible power. An artifact whose true capabilities were locked, each one sealed behind cultivation thresholds I hadn't even touched yet.
But I could access one thing.
I focused. "Profile."
A translucent screen shimmered into view before me, suspended in the air like a projection from thought itself.
Name: Xiao
Aliases: Transmigrator, Prince of the Cardinal Royal Family (Human Civilization)
Cultivation: None
Tier: None
Elementary Laws: None
Universal Laws: None
Artifact: Void Record
I scanned the words with a furrowed brow. The terms held immense weight. Elementary Laws… Universal Laws…
Only beings at Tier 5 or higher could manipulate the power of laws—forces that shaped reality itself. I was at the starting line.
Still, one thought echoed in my mind: What kind of talent will I awaken tomorrow?
Talent in this world wasn't just skill—it was destiny. An innate ability that could define one's entire cultivation path. Sometimes active, sometimes passive, sometimes both. It could awaken in the ritual… or years later… or never.
And those who never awakened a talent?
They were discarded. Forgotten. Labeled as "trash." Rare, but not impossible.
I took a deep breath, fingers tightening around the chair's armrest. "Please… let it be something useful."
Something strong.
The stars didn't answer. They only watched.