Night Awakeners

Eternal Night Continent, Black Tortoise City.

The Teleportation Formation in the city had lain dormant for days. As it finally gave off a long-absent flash of white light, Chen Fan appeared out of thin air with Crippled Monkey beside him. A large group of Mortal Domain members stood guard nearby.

So did a villager kneeling on the ground, fear showing on his face.

Chen Fan walked slowly to a nearby chair and sat down, his eyes lowered. He accepted the cold tea a Mortal Domain member had brewed, took a small sip, then said, "Speak."

The sweeping search had been underway for a day.

They had caught quite a few.

But without exception, none had spoken, no matter how much torture they endured.

"They're called Night Awakeners."

The villager dared not delay. Despite the fear in his eyes, he spoke quickly. "They're human, but an extremely unusual kind of human. They've survived since the Primordial Era."

"Unless they die in an accident, they can keep reincarnating. It's practically immortality."

"But after reincarnation, their memories don't return at once. They recover gradually over time, and there's no fixed age. Some remember at three or five; others don't remember until they're seventy-eight or seventy-nine."

"They all share one trait."

"They're born left-handed."

"An uncontrollable power is sealed in their right arms. It's their reward for 'awakening the night.'"

"Long, long ago, there weren't so many continents. There was only one, called the Primordial Continent. Back then, there was no Eternal Night, no darkness, no Strange Entities, and no buildings or Cultivators."

"It was an utterly ordinary, normal continent."

"There was almost nothing unusual about it."

"There was no Heavenly Dao then."

"One day."

"A group of people gathered to see just how high the sky went. They were among the continent's most