> River of Reincarnation is an everflowing construct, one that is as metaphysical as physical, one second you can be thousands of years away from a world and next second you can be just passing it by.
“Paz h ivf!!” Was the first thing he hears as his mind came to be.
Then a slap on his buttocks, and he without input cried.
His eyes blurry, his hearing sound, yet muffled, he felt wet, rough fibers on his skin, a chill too.
He tried to move, but felt weak, and tired, unable do more then wiggle.
And then exhausted he closed his eyes again, no longer crying.
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He awake next day to something stuck in his mouth, when he tried to suck, a milk came to him, it tasted, weird, unlike any he remembered, one that tasted sweeter, yet more dense.
He sucked for some time, his mid clouded.
Then he fell asleep like that.
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Next time it was the feeling of damp in his nether region that awakened him, he cried, struggled, and cried again.
* 4 months.
It had been for whole months since his ‘birth’.
Four goddamn months.
Initial month he had been so muddled, he couldn’t even begin to understand what the heck was happening, only during the second month did some mental faculties had started to come to him.
He was reborn, and reborn in the strictest sense.
Dead him has somehow survived the death without looking his memories, and now has been reborn in this place.
What this place was, he knew not.
Was this earth, no clue.
Was he human? Umm maybe.
He looked and felt human.
His mother, a plain looking lady, with brown hair and red eyes. Her air seemed to move on its own when she worked, she sewed btw.
It was bizarre and alien, watching her do that, but natural too, because of how she did it.
His father on the other hand was lean, his hair blue, eyes black.
He did not have the same ability, no he could actually disappear into shadows, only to reappear from another, it felt like teleport, but he knew it was not.
He had seen his father do it enough to see and understand, that his father only went invisible mode in shadows.
The world was bizarre, and after months, he getting used to it.
--1 year old
So today I became one year old, and I have basically learnt the language.
Stolen story; please report.
One year of only observing and seeing seems to do that to you.
Though the conversations he heard, he had been reborn into a xinxia (that’s what it’s called right?) world.
A world of immortals, and cultivators.
But, it was different from usual ones he read about.
The energy that was used for cultivation, the Aura, Qi, etc was actually usable by all, not just some talented freaks.
It was rational though, why would a trait of superiority like sensing energy like qi, and manipulating it be lost?
Its one of the best traits to have, and realistically everyone had it.
Some with better traits, like higher sensitivity, or higher ability to control did exist, but in the end talent is a factor that is always there.
The good thing though I could start to feel it too.
In a few years…
--2-year-old
So, it looks like I will have to wait too, because it looks like I have to participate in some bullshit ritual to get the feel of qi.
On the other hand, I can walk and talk well now.
My mother always praises me whenever she can.
The father of mine is exited too, but is more of the brooding kind, so instead of saying anything he just lets me pay with his daggers, unsharpened of course.
Still the drama when mother found me them can be imagined, that night father slept on the roof without a blanket, and mother and I slept the night out with her explaining to my why dogger are dangerous, with me in the end saying in a down voice “sorry”.
Which ended the whole thing, and mother giving me a hug.
--3-year-old
We live in village, there are around 7-8 families here.
My best fried is an idiot from the house next to mine, Damo, purple hair, white eyes, a bit freaky, but cool.
Well to be honest he is 2-year-old, and I am a 25, 28(?) year old in a child’s body.
Then there is the half year younger girl that lives in the house other side of the village.
Usually she stays with her mother, but ever so often she is us too, her name is Soph, a black hair green eyed one.
I am named Anuj, I have blue hair and red eyes, a reverse clown or as I like call myself.
--5-year-old
So today the good priest is going to come.
I call him good priest because, 1 he looks like a priest from his dhoti and two he is going to the awakening ritual for us three, the only ones in the same age category.
Something about connecting us with the rivers of power, and bringing us to power.
His name is Gulzar, he came to our village and set up the ritual in the center of the village.
Where everyone was standing around, looking at us.
We sat in the middle, as the priest took some grey powder and muttered some words, and then sprinkled it over us.
We sat there when the circle around us turned blurry, and the ritual circle colorful.
Then as soon as it began, it stopped.
All three of us surrounded by red light.
The priest sighed a little, then smiled at us and pulled us into standing.
“Congratulation’s young awakened!”
He then passed each of us a scroll, and then shooed us toward our parents.
At that night my father and mother sat me down and explained to me, what is cultivation of this world.
In this world the cultivation has been simplified over many generations. It goes like this, Qi Rotation, Inner Foundation, Path Core, and Nascent.
In the world everyone enters the Foundation realm, but few reach core, and even fewer can compete for the Nascent realm.
And anyone not practitioner can reach first realm of core, and is unable to exceed after that.
That was the second thing the explained difference between an awakened and a practitioner.
An awakened is a normal person that can sense qi and cultivate, but a practitioner is a talent, a genius that can reach Nascent realm in the future.
An awakened when he advances levels gets lifespan expanded by 10 or 20 yeaars, but for the practitioner, they can double their lifespan each time.
And to be strait the awakened in the past time could not even cultivate in the past, and this is were the scroll given to them comes into effect.
He was sad, sad that he could never reach heights, then he caught himself and thought, did I even want to be the great number one, the invincible, and the answer he gets is , no ne never did.
They then tell him to open it up.
As he does so, the scroll shudders, and a voice enters his mind startling him.
“By the decree of the emperor, you awakened have been given the
“Do you swear the oath!”
That was what he was told in short, though, there were several sub pages to the oath, each defining different circumstances, and looking them over he said finally, “I swear!”
“So be it the!” the voice said, and then the scroll caught fire, and his mind was drilled, and information was echoed into his mind, etched with a precision and clarity, he could remember it word by word.
And so began his journey as the number one cultivator!
Kidding! Just kidding.