Dao Of Nihility: Possessor Of The Nameless Scripture

CHAPTER 2: New Beginning

A lone figure floated silently within the vast expanse of darkness.

There wasn't a single shred of light, nor the slightest trace of substance. It was as though everything had ceased to exist, leaving behind only an endless void.

That figure was none other than Ji Xuanyuan.

Just then, the sound of pages flipping echoed through the darkness.

Flip... Flip... Flip...

Ji Xuanyuan turned toward the source of the sound.

Not far away, an ancient black book floated quietly in the void. Its cover seemed even darker than the surrounding darkness, as though it swallowed everything around it.

Its pristine white pages flipped frantically on their own, surging forward before suddenly reversing, only to flip forward once more. The pages continued their erratic dance for several breaths before gradually slowing...

Until they finally came to a halt.

Ji Xuanyuan stepped through the silent void until he stood before the book.

The page before him was completely blank.

Then, as though an invisible brush had begun to write upon it, ink-black characters slowly appeared across the pristine white page.

Ji Xuanyuan couldn't recognize a single one of them. Yet, for reasons he couldn't explain, he understood every word.

"I have no name, for I existed before names were conceived."

"When the first Dao was born, I was there."

"When the final Dao falls, I shall be all that remains."

Ji Xuanyuan's heart trembled.

As someone who had once stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, he was privy to secrets few living beings knew. Because of that, he understood just how unbelievable those simple words truly were.

Even the Heavens had a name. Yet this mysterious book claimed to have existed before names themselves.

Before Ji Xuanyuan could gather his thoughts, the page turned on its own.

Fresh black characters slowly appeared.

"Nihility precedes all existence."

"Nihility transcends all Dao."

"It is neither the beginning nor the end... It is that which exists when both lose their meaning."

The page flipped once more.

A new line of text gradually appeared.

Nihility Dao Scripture—

Volume One: Return to Nothingness

The moment his gaze fell upon the final line, the boundless darkness around him began to fracture.

Cracks spread through the endless void like shattered glass, swallowing the silence that had reigned for what felt like an eternity.

Everything collapsed.

…..

"Young Master Lin Wuchen... you're awake." A gentle voice suddenly broke through the haze.

Ji Xuanyuan slowly opened his eyes, only to find an unfamiliar face staring at him with unconcealed relief.

"Please wait here. I'll go inform your mother. She's been worried sick ever since you fell unconscious." Without waiting for a response, the young maid hurried out of the room.

Suppressing the heaviness weighing down his body, Ji Xuanyuan forced himself into a sitting position. His gaze slowly swept across his surroundings.

"Where... am I?" He muttered under his breath.

Bracing himself against the edge of the bed, he slowly stood up and staggered toward the bronze mirror resting in the corner of the room.

Halfway there, a dull ache spread throughout his entire body, forcing him to pause. After steadying his breathing for a few moments, he continued forward.

Soon, he stood before the mirror. Looking at the reflection staring back at him, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"...This isn't me."

He slowly raised a hand and traced his fingers across his face, as though trying to convince himself that the unfamiliar features before him were real.

The person reflected in the mirror was an eighteen-year-old youth. There wasn't the slightest resemblance to his previous appearance—not even to the younger version of himself.

"...Lin Wuchen..." The name the maid had addressed him with echoed in his mind.

Just then—

The door burst open. A graceful middle-aged woman rushed inside, her face filled with overwhelming relief.

"Chen'er! You're awake!" She hurried over and grabbed his shoulders before anxiously examining him from head to toe.

"Do you know how worried I was? I thought I was going to lose you."

After checking him over several times, she looked into his eyes with concern.

"Are you alright? Should I call Old Lu to examine you again?"

Ji Xuanyuan remained silent, absentmindedly staring at the woman before him.

He didn't recognize her. Yet from the warmth in her eyes and the affection in her voice… She could only be this body's mother.

Before he could respond, the door opened once more. A stern middle-aged man strode into the room, his expression a stark contrast to the doting expression of the woman in front of him.

Pa!!

The instant he reached him, his palm struck Lin Wuchen squarely across the face. The tremendous force sent his head snapping violently to the side.

"How dare you attempt to violate the Mo family's daughter! Have you completely lost your mind?" He roared.

A burning sting lingered on Ji Xuanyuan's cheek. He remained motionless for a moment, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

Had he... a peerless Heavenly Sovereign—the greatest sword cultivator to ever exist—just been slapped? Even more so, by a junior several thousand years younger than him, for something he didn't even do.

He immediately snapped his head towards the man who had just slapped him.

The man raised his hand again, intending to strike him a second time. Before it could land, the woman quickly stepped between them and grabbed his wrist.

"He just woke up! Are you trying to beat him back into unconsciousness?"

"You're the one who's always spoiling him!" The man's chest rose and fell with anger. "Look at what he's become—a complete wastrel!"

At that very moment, a torrent of fragmented memories surged into Ji Xuanyuan's mind.

They poured into his consciousness like a broken dam, bringing with them countless scenes, emotions, and experiences.

It was as though that slap had been the trigger he needed to awaken Lin wuchen’s memories

The woman before him was his mother, Mu Yurou while the man who had just slapped him was his father Lin Beichen.

As he slowly digested the memories belonging to Lin Wuchen, he couldn't help but inwardly agree with the man's words.

This body's original owner really was a wastrel.

At that he couldn't help but sigh internally. Of all the bodies I could have possessed... it had to be one with such a notorious reputation.

And that wasn't even the worst part.

Lin Wuchen's cultivation talent was mediocre at best—far below what anyone would expect from the young master of a powerful family.

Though he agreed with Lin Wuchen's father, Ji Xuanyuan still etched this humiliation to memory. Those who knew him best understood that, despite being a peerless Heavenly Sovereign who once stood at the Pinnacle of the cultivation world, he was notoriously petty. Whether it was a great enmity or the smallest grievance, he always found a way to repay it sooner or later.

At the thought of it, his mind inevitably drifted to the betrayal he had just suffered. Almost instinctively, his hand rose to his chest, where Bai Ruoxi's Netherbone Dagger had pierced his heart.

As for that debt... it wasn't merely etched into his heart, but into his very soul. And one day, it would be repaid in blood.