In the bustling city of Shanghai, amidst the neon lights and the ever-moving crowds, Li Feng was just another ordinary young man. At twenty-three, he worked a dull office job, struggling to make ends meet while dreaming of something greater.
Since childhood, Li Feng had always felt different—like he was meant for something beyond the mundane routine of life. He often had strange dreams of ancient battles, celestial palaces, and voices whispering forgotten truths. But every time he woke, reality crushed those illusions.
One fateful night, as he walked home through a quiet alley, he noticed something unusual—a faint glow coming from a small, unassuming antique shop. The shop hadn't been there before, yet something about it called to him.
Curious, he stepped inside. The air smelled of aged parchment and incense. Strange artifacts lined the shelves, their surfaces covered in cryptic symbols. Behind the counter sat an old man with piercing silver eyes.
"You have finally arrived," the man said, his voice deep and mysterious.
Li Feng frowned. "What do you mean?"
The old man chuckled. "Fate has chosen you, young one. This belongs to you."
With a slow movement, he placed a simple-looking jade pendant on the counter. The moment Li Feng touched it, an overwhelming force surged into his mind.
Visions flashed before his eyes—towering mountains, ancient sects, divine weapons, and cultivators soaring through the skies. A deep voice echoed in his soul:
"You are the last inheritor of the Eternal Star Legacy. Walk this path, or be forever bound by mortality."
Pain lanced through his body as unknown knowledge flooded his mind. Meridian channels, Qi circulation, and forgotten cultivation techniques became as clear as if he had practiced them for years. When he finally regained his senses, the old man was gone, and the shop had vanished as if it had never existed.
Shaken yet exhilarated, Li Feng clutched the pendant. The life he once knew had ended. From this moment on, his journey to immortality had begun.