Humankind Cultivation Origin

Duan Feng awoke with a start, his body drenched in cold sweat. The dim light of dawn filtered through the cracks of the wooden hut, casting long shadows across the dirt floor.

His chest heaved as if he had just run a great distance, and his hands instinctively clutched at his torso, searching for wounds that were no longer there. The memories of the original owner of this body flooded his mind, fragmented and chaotic, like shards of a broken mirror.

He sat up, his breath ragged, and began to piece together the events that had led to the original Duan Feng's death. The memories came in flashes, disjointed but vivid.

A peaceful village, the laughter of children, the warmth of his parents—all of it shattered in an instant. The howls of wolves echoed in his mind, followed by the guttural roars of other beasts. The villagers had fought bravely, but they were no match for the monstrous creatures that descended upon them.

Duan Feng (original body) saw his parents, their faces etched with desperation as they pushed him away, telling him to run. He remembered the screams, the blood, the chaos. His childhood friends had fallen one by one, their bodies torn apart by claws and fangs.

Some villagers had managed to flee into the wilderness, but the original Duan Feng had been too paralyzed by fear and grief to move. He had stumbled into the forest, his body weak and his mind clouded with terror.

There, alone and exhausted, his heart had given out, and he had collapsed, his final breath escaping into the cold, uncaring air.

It was in that moment of death, in the forest where the original Duan Feng had succumbed to exhaustion and despair, that the modern Duan Feng had taken over.

His soul, displaced from another world, had found a vessel in this broken body. Now, he was here, alive again, but burdened with the memories of a life that was not his own.

Duan Feng clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He had inherited this body, this life, and the tragedies that came with it. But he was not the same as the original owner. He had lived through loss before, through pain and hardship. He had endured, and he would endure again.

As he sorted through the fragmented memories, he began to understand the world he now found himself in. The beasts here were not ordinary animals; they were something far more dangerous.

The wolves he had seen in the memories were not just large and ferocious—they could tear through wood as if it were mud.

Other beasts could emit fire from their mouths, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. This was a world where survival was not guaranteed, where even the strongest could fall in an instant.

As he was sorting his memories, his stomach started to growl, a sharp reminder of his physical needs. He decided to go and eat first.

Survival required strength, and strength required sustenance. He rose to his feet, his movements slow but deliberate, and stepped out of the hut into the cool morning air.

Somewhere else in the same village, a girl around fourteen years old sat on the edge of a crumbling well, her gaze fixed on the sky.

Her name was Shangguan Mingyue, and her presence was as enigmatic as the distant clouds she stared at. The villagers had grown accustomed to her strange behavior.


Some called her odd, others whispered that she was possessed by a ghost. But Xia Mingyue paid no heed to their murmurs. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts no one could fathom.

Her lips moved softly, almost imperceptibly, as she muttered a name under her breath. "Brother Feng..."


The words were barely audible, carried away by the wind before anyone could hear them. Her expression was distant, her eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and something deeper, something inexplicable.

The villagers passing by glanced at her but quickly averted their eyes. They had long since stopped trying to understand her. To them, she was just the strange girl who stared at the sky and muttered to herself. But Xia Mingyue didn’t care. She had her own reasons, her own secrets.

And as the sun climbed higher in the sky, she remained there, silent and unmoving, her thoughts hidden behind a veil of mystery.

Duan Feng, unaware of the girl’s existence or her whispered words, made his way to find food. His mind was focused on survival, on the immediate need to fill his stomach and gather his strength.

But somewhere, deep within the fabric of this world, threads of fate were beginning to intertwine, weaving a story that would change everything.