After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Xuan Tian Realm, Ten Thousand Demon Domain.

The Tushan Dynasty, the Jiang family.

Jiang Wuchen paced back and forth in the corridor outside the delivery room for almost an hour.

Several elders of the clan sat on stone benches in the courtyard. Some closed their eyes to rest, some talked in hushed tones, and some glanced at the delivery room from time to time.

No one stopped him, and no one advised him to sit down.

Everyone knows he has been waiting for this day for far too long.

The Jiang family survived for hundreds of years in the Tushan Dynasty, with only one son per generation, and their population never flourished.

If this generation of the family head doesn't produce another son, the clan will likely face another upheaval.

Suddenly, a cry pierced the morning mist.

Jiang Wuchen suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and took two steps toward the delivery room door, then abruptly stopped again.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his face showing a mixture of tension and anticipation. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Just as the crying began, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the direction of the Jiang family ancestral hall.

Very somber.

It sounded like someone had struck an ancient bell deep underground.

The clan elders in the courtyard all turned to look in the direction of the ancestral hall, exchanging bewildered glances.

The buzzing didn't stop; instead, it grew louder and louder.

It lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before it gradually subsided.

That ancient sword has been hanging in the ancestral hall for tens of thousands of years; it was passed down from the era of the great war between humans and demons.

For thousands of years, the sword has never been drawn from its sheath, nor has it ever made a sound.

At this moment, it began to tremble on its own without being touched.

The entire Jiang family heard it.

The clan elders who had been calm in the courtyard all stood up.

Just then, the delivery room door creaked open, and the midwife came out carrying a swaddled baby, her face still covered in sweat.

She looked at the people standing blankly in the courtyard, and then at Jiang Wuchen, who was still rooted to the spot in his stepping posture, and couldn't help but take a half step back.

"...Congratulations, sir, it's a young master."

The entire Jiang family gathered around.

An elder with a white beard was the first to react, quickly stepping forward and carefully lifting a corner of the swaddling clothes.

On the baby's forehead, a faint golden line is slowly fading and sinking into the skin.

His hand trembled slightly.

The eldest uncle in the clan, the third uncle, walked over with a cane, looked at the child, then looked at the ancestral hall, and slowly spoke.

"The sword cries out in recognition of its master."

"That sword has been worshipped by my Jiang family for tens of thousands of years, and it has never shown any unusual activity. But today, as soon as this child was born, the sword began to ring out on its own—" He paused, tapping his cane lightly on the ground, "This child is destined for great things in the future."

That sword was left by the ancestors of the Jiang family. It has been passed down since ancient times, and it is said that it will not ring unless it is crucial to the fate of the clan.

But behind them, some elderly people looked worried. A slightly younger clan elder was silent for a moment, then muttered under his breath, "Born in this godforsaken place, Jianming is more like a death warrant. The path this child will walk in the future is probably very dangerous."

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard.

Jiang Wuchen stepped forward, took the swaddling clothes from the midwife, and looked down at the baby's wrinkled little face and tightly clenched little fists.

"Difficult is difficult," he said. "We, the descendants of the Jiang family, are not afraid of difficult roads. We are only afraid of having no road to walk at all."

After saying that, he hugged the swaddled baby tightly and strode into the delivery room.

His wife was still waiting for him inside. He had waited half his life for this child, and he should let her see him first.

……

When Lin Chu opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar face.

A woman was holding him, her face full of exhaustion, and the sweat on her forehead was still wet.

But she was smiling, and the light in her eyes was very warm.

Lin Chu tried to speak, but only the cry of a baby came out.

He was stunned; he had turned into a baby.

Then it dawned on me—so that's what "birth" in the Book of Myriad Realms meant.

Before he could even process this fact, a notification from the Book of Myriad Realms sounded in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, memories flooded in like a burst dam.

All the memories sealed in the first life are unlocked at this moment.

The red koi carp by the stream swished its tail in his palm.

The swing under the locust tree swayed gently in the wind.

Mr. Chen sat on the veranda, holding a teacup, his bamboo cane resting on the armrest of the rattan chair.

The cold rain that hit my face on the day I walked along the river.

The feeling of my body gradually dissipating by the East China Sea.

And Cangyao's body temperature.

She flew while carrying herself on her back.

She said she wanted to have a child and asked herself if she preferred a boy or a girl.

She said that no matter how many boys she met, you were always the most handsome.

She talked a lot, and I listened quietly while lying on her back.

Lin Chu closed her eyes.

I remember everything.

From my first life to Earth, everything—except for Jiang Ruoshui, whose story remains hazy—is as clear as yesterday.

So that's how it is, so that's how it is.

Cang Yao, Zhou Caiwei, Cang Xiaoxiao—everything that happened on Blue Star was connected together after he regained his complete memories.

Surprisingly, Lin Chu did not experience any intense turmoil in her heart.

Perhaps the baby's body couldn't handle such strong emotions, or perhaps he had experienced too much in his first life and had learned how to suppress his immense feelings.

Lin took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing these thoughts.

He looked again at the woman who was holding him.

She was still looking at him and smiling, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, gently patting his swaddling clothes with her fingers, humming an unknown tune.

The voice was soft, like a spring breeze blowing from afar.

This must be my mother in this life.

Thinking about this, Lin Chu suddenly felt a little strange.

In his previous life in the Xuan Tian Realm, he was an orphan who was adopted by Mr. Chen.

Further back, on Earth, his parents divorced and remarried, and he was raised by his grandparents.

Now someone is holding him and humming a song.

This feeling... I can't quite describe it, it's a little unfamiliar, but very warm.

Lin Chu tried to move her body.

He curled his fingers, kicked his feet twice, and managed to tilt his head to the side by an inch.

Then I was so tired.

……Fine.

I accept the baby's body.

He could only look away from his mother's face and try to turn his neck to see his surroundings.

The baby's field of vision was too narrow, and the focus was not accurate, so he could only see several blurry figures surrounding him.

Someone was talking, but the voice was muffled and hard to hear clearly.

I vaguely heard someone say, "This child's name is Jiang Yan."

He already knew this name from the Book of Myriad Realms.

Jiang Yan, the inkstone in inkstone.

Lin Chu suddenly remembered that in his first life in Qinghe Village, when Mr. Chen taught him to write, he used a worn-out inkstone.

The inkstone has a chipped corner, but the ink it produces smells wonderful.

Mr. Chen said that an inkstone is a symbol of strength.

One should be like an inkstone: resilient and unafraid of being worn down.

Lin Chu repeated the name in her mind again.

It seems I'll have to live with this name in this lifetime.

Sleepiness comes on for no reason at all.

The baby's body was completely unresponsive, and its eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

Lin Chu struggled to hear what the people around her were saying, but her consciousness was already slipping away like the receding tide.

In the last remaining sense, there was the image of her mother's hand gently patting the swaddling clothes, one pat after another, steady and resonant.