The void shimmered. A faint soul light flickered—Ling Xiao, reborn on a distant world, unaware of his past life.
Han Ye's presence reached him like sunlight piercing shadow.
"You… are not lost," Han Ye said. His words echoed in Ling Xiao's soul, bypassing thought entirely.
Ling Xiao's eyes widened. His body trembled, as if some invisible chains had loosened.
"Who… who are you?" he asked.
Han Ye's lips curved slightly. Calm, detached, unshakable.
"I am Han Ye. You are a disciple of the Tian Lan Sect. You will remember… everything in time."
And with a subtle gesture, Han Ye extended the Ultimate Dao Sovereign Realm, allowing Ling Xiao to perceive the infinitude of his potential, the shards of his past, and the multiverse of possibilities awaiting him.
Ling Xiao fell to his knees. Not out of fear, but awe.
"I… I understand nothing… but I feel… power… destiny."
Han Ye nodded. "Then let us begin.