Chapter 1: Rebirth of the Archive

ll walk her own path. 。Flowers bloom and wither, the Manjusaka blooms for a thousand years, falls for a thousand years. There are no flowers without leaves, and no leaves without flowers, just like in...Flowers bloom for a thousand years, and petals fall for another. Flowers disappear without leaves, and leaves without flowers. All the players seem to have seen the Manju Shahua, unforgettable from their past life, so they've returned.

Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.

Reborn, truly reborn. Recalling the events I had encountered before, I couldn't help but chuckle silently. Covering my eyes with my hand, tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my fingers. It wasn't sorrow, but rather astonishment. Life could truly be reorganized, and it already had been. 。Before his death at the age of fifty-five, Zhu Yi was a prolific writer whose works enjoyed widespread acclaim and popularity. Many of his books were adapted into film, television, and even video games. However, one of his unfinished manuscripts remained untouched until after his untimely passing due to overwork. This final work, despite being incomplete, held immense potential based on his previous success. It was estimated that with proper marketing, the book could have generated significant revenue. Nevertheless, financial gain was not Zhu Yi's primary concern. He had made a vow at the age of fifty to prioritize artistic integrity over commercial success, ensuring that his final work would be completed according to his vision. Therefore, there were no worries about posthumous arrangements or the fate of his legacy. 。

I originally thought that my life would be fleeting, but now I realize that this is not the end, but the beginning.

Close your eyes and with your consciousness, inspect your mind. Sure enough, everything isn't a dream; you truly have returned from the age of fifty-five to five. 。It is said that if life could be reorganized, it would be a surprise and blessing from heaven. Now, Zhu Yi knows that he has received such a surprise and blessing. 。It's good to be back, I feel relieved. My past life is over, and rebirth means new beginnings. From now on, I will start my life anew. 。It's like that white Manjusaka flower and the red one, forgetting past unpleasantries, remembering everything you possess, remembering the blessings bestowed upon you by Heaven. That’s enough. 。Loneliness, shyness, coldness, and helplessness will all be abandoned. Zhu Yi's life will start anew, and she will walk her own path. 。

Flowers bloom and wither, the Manjusaka blooms for a thousand years, falls for a thousand years. There are no flowers without leaves, and no leaves without flowers, just like in past lives and present lives, what couldn't be reached in the past life cannot be reached in this life, and this life will not repeat the past.

A slight smile, a sleep, and the rest can wait until after waking up.

"Zhuge, wake up. " 。That cold voice echoed, and a man materialized in mid-air. He wore a silver dragon mask that covered half his face, hiding everything except his eyes and a hint of something beneath. Despite this, he emanated an innate majesty. His eyes glittered, seeming to hold endless wisdom. Like stars in the night, they offered a glimmer of guidance, leading souls astray, drawing them into their depths until they surrendered themselves completely. 。"Venerable One, how did you come to be here" Indeed, the one who appeared was the Lord Yama of Hell, the actual ruler of the Underworld. 。"

I don't want to come either, it's a pity. There are some things I didn't have the chance to explain clearly to you, so I had to come.

" 。"Enma the Great, said..." 。

“What’s the matter, tell me quickly”

Zhu Yi also didn't pretend. Besides, the person in front of him wasn't someone he, a five-year-old, could handle. He was a real Venerable, the existence that people called gods in legends. 。he rest can wait until after waking up."Zhuge, wake up. " 。That cold voice echoed, and a man materialized in mid-air. He wore a silver dragon mask that covered half his face, hiding everything except...