Lin Chuan's head suddenly throbbed with pain. He braced a hand against the rock wall to keep himself upright. In just an instant, sweat had drenched his forehead, his face had gone pale, and he looked as though he'd just been fished out of the water, utterly drained.
Whether Lin Chuan wanted it or not, he had now completely merged with the Lin Chuan of the past. Everything the original Lin Chuan had experienced now felt as if it had happened to him, because they had become one person the moment he crossed over.
The original Lin Chuan hadn't been consumed by such deep resentment. No matter how hard his life had been, there had always been hope. But now, at last, he understood: he had been utterly abandoned.
The Southern Bright Continent was an extremely distant land. Compared with the Central River Continent, the heart of the entire cultivation world, it was a barren backwater, and few people were willing to go there.
The passage between the two continents opened once every hundred years. When it did, many exiled criminals, fleeing cultivators, and weak servants traveled through it to the Southern Bright Continent. Apart from the very few cultivators who willingly went there to gain experience, nearly everyone was forced to go.
Lin Chuan had always wondered why the Lin Clan hadn't noticed that he'd come back to life and grown new eyes. The many signs that followed had suggested this Lin Clan was very different from the one in his memories. He'd guessed that perhaps he'd been sent to another territory of the Lin Clan in the Central River Continent. Only now did he realize that his former clan had sent him to a different continent altogether, a place much like a land of exile.
The Lin Clan