The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the modest apartment, illuminating the small living room where Zhang Han sat cross-legged on the floor. His five-year-old daughter, Mengmeng, was sprawled across the sofa, doodling on a piece of paper. Zhang Han’s life seemed mundane at first glance, but deep within him lay a past that had been buried for years—a past where he was a revered cultivator known as the Sky Sovereign.

Having once ruled realms and defeated countless powerful foes, Zhang Han had sacrificed everything to reincarnate into the mortal world to fulfill a promise. But years had passed, and the mundane life of a stay-at-home dad had eroded his memories of that glorious past—until now.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his temples, causing Zhang Han to clutch his head. Flashes of his previous life surged through his mind: towering mountains, blazing battles, and the face of a woman he had sworn to protect. The memories overwhelmed him, and he fell backward, gasping for air. “Daddy, are you okay?” Mengmeng’s sweet voice cut through the haze.

Zhang Han sat up and smiled reassuringly. “Daddy’s fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired.” But he wasn’t fine—not entirely. His memories had begun to return, and with them came the realization that his peaceful life with Mengmeng was about to change. For better or worse, he didn’t know yet.The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the modest apartment, illuminating the small living room where Zhang Han sat cross-legged on the floor. His five-year-old daughter, Mengmeng, was sprawled across the sofa, doodling on a piece of paper. Zhang Han’s life seemed mundane at first glance, but deep within him lay a past that had been buried for years—a past where he was a revered cultivator known as the Sky Sovereign.

Having once ruled realms and defeated countless powerful foes, Zhang Han had sacrificed everything to reincarnate into the mortal world to fulfill a promise. But years had passed, and the mundane life of a stay-at-home dad had eroded his memories of that glorious past—until now.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his temples, causing Zhang Han to clutch his head. Flashes of his previous life surged through his mind: towering mountains, blazing battles, and the face of a woman he had sworn to protect. The memories overwhelmed him, and he fell backward, gasping for air. “Daddy, are you okay?” Mengmeng’s sweet voice cut through the haze.

Zhang Han sat up and smiled reassuringly. “Daddy’s fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired.” But he wasn’t fine—not entirely. His memories had begun to return, and with them came the realization that his peaceful life with Mengmeng was about to change. For better or worse, he didn’t know yet.The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the modest apartment, illuminating the small living room where Zhang Han sat cross-legged on the floor. His five-year-old daughter, Mengmeng, was sprawled across the sofa, doodling on a piece of paper. Zhang Han’s life seemed mundane at first glance, but deep within him lay a past that had been buried for years—a past where he was a revered cultivator known as the Sky Sovereign.

Having once ruled realms and defeated countless powerful foes, Zhang Han had sacrificed everything to reincarnate into the mortal world to fulfill a promise. But years had passed, and the mundane life of a stay-at-home dad had eroded his memories of that glorious past—until now.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his temples, causing Zhang Han to clutch his head. Flashes of his previous life surged through his mind: towering mountains, blazing battles, and the face of a woman he had sworn to protect. The memories overwhelmed him, and he fell backward, gasping for air. “Daddy, are you okay?” Mengmeng’s sweet voice cut through the haze.

Zhang Han sat up and smiled reassuringly. “Daddy’s fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired.” But he wasn’t fine—not entirely. His memories had begun to return, and with them came the realization that his peaceful life with Mengmeng was about to change. For better or worse, he didn’t know yet.