But today, he had not disappeared; he still lingered in the boundless, dim starry sky. A faint inky radiance swirled around him. The scenes in the dream gradually became clear, so real that Henry Spencer felt afraid...

　　Buzz!

　　Suddenly, the wisp of inky radiance propelling him forward abruptly merged into the void.

　　"You've come, you finally came..."

　　A sigh echoed, mysterious and distant, as if from across the cycles of time and space.

　　At the moment that voice sounded, a star lit up in the area where the inky radiance had vanished.

　　In the vast, boundless starry sky, there was only that one bright star; the countless other galaxies were all dim and shattered, exuding an aura of emptiness and desolation.

　　"Who are you?"

　　Henry Spencer's heart trembled as he stared at that sole shining star.

　　Upon the star, the vague silhouette of a broken man could be seen.

　　The entire figure was fragmented, even the outline was indistinct.

　　Yet, facing this broken figure, Henry Spencer felt an inexplicable stirring in his heart, a sense of déjà vu.

　　"I am you, and you are me. There is no distinction between us."

　　The broken shadow sat laboriously atop the star.

　　Henry Spencer was greatly shocked, recalling that in his previous dreams, he had never encountered this scene.

　　"What is going on? Where is this place? Aren't I in a dream?"

　　Henry Spencer was somewhat incoherent.

　　In the vast cultivation world, he was merely a first-level body-refining mortal, an ordinary youth living in a remote, impoverished area—how could he have seen such a sight?

　　"No, this time you are not in a dream. Without the rare 'Soul Ink Stone' power of the cultivation world, it would have been nearly impossible to awaken me."

　　"This is the 'Sea of Memory Stars' sealed deep within your soul."

　　A flash of inky radiance flickered on the broken shadow, making his form slightly clearer.

　　"Sea of Memory Stars?"

　　Henry Spencer was stunned, his gaze sweeping over the endless, dim starry sky, his voice trembling: "You mean, this is—"

　　"Yes, this is the world of memory, and I am a remnant soul will left by you, the master, in your previous life."

　　The broken figure slowly stood up.

　　A previous life!

　　Henry Spencer's mind shook, his face full of disbelief, but this dim starry sky truly gave him a sense of familiarity and intimacy.

　　"Everything here is from my past life's memories? Even you are..."

　　As his gaze swept across the endless, dim sea of memory stars, Henry Spencer was deeply shocked.

　　A person's memories could actually manifest as a starry ocean—this was truly astonishing.

　　"In my previous life, I nearly reached a level beyond reincarnation, but under an unprecedented catastrophe, I barely managed to preserve my past life's memories."

　　The broken shadow floated gently, coming to Henry Spencer's side.

　　"Was I very powerful in my previous life?"

　　Henry Spencer forgot his own predicament, asking excitedly.

　　Today's experience in the mining field had made his desire for power ten times stronger than before.

　　A youth like him, with no outstanding cultivation talent and born into a poor family, was destined to become a low-level mortal in the future.

　　In this world where the strong prey on the weak, as long as one has enough power, one can change their life, change their fate!

　　"I am only a remnant soul; many memories are blurry. Just how powerful I was in my previous life, I cannot say."

　　The broken shadow hesitated a little.

　　Henry Spencer was momentarily speechless at these words.

　　"However, I can vaguely sense the life force of individuals in your area—it is... far too weak, far too weak!"

　　On the blurred face of the broken shadow, a faintly upturned corner of the mouth could be seen.

　　Far too weak?

　　Even the mighty David Spencer, and those reclusive fifth- or sixth-level body-refining experts in the village—they are all very weak?

　　Henry Spencer's expression was odd, but his excitement only grew.

　　"Since this is the Sea of Memory Stars from my past life, are there any high-level cultivation techniques in those memories?"

　　Henry Spencer looked at the broken shadow with anticipation.

　　In the cultivation world, a set of advanced techniques was something countless cultivators dreamed of.

　　Even the lowest body-refining mortals, if they could obtain a high-level body-refining technique, would see their cultivation progress with half the effort.

　　But given Henry Spencer's family's dire situation, let alone high-level techniques, they couldn't even afford some basic entry-level ones.

　　"I vaguely remember that in my previous life, I left behind many things, took in a few final disciples, left some blessed lands and caves, even inheritance abodes, and even occupied a... but I can't recall clearly."

　　The broken shadow muttered to himself.

　　"As for that advanced technique..."

　　The broken shadow's voice paused, as if he was in a bit of a dilemma.

　　"If not, then at least there must be some intermediate or basic techniques, right?"

　　Henry Spencer asked anxiously.

　　If he could get a suitable basic body-refining technique, even if it couldn't change his fate at the bottom of the cultivation world, at least it could improve his life and his family's situation.

　　An ordinary body-refining mortal, if able to break through to the fourth level, would possess the strength to lift several hundred pounds with one hand, his flesh, muscles, and bones as tough as rock, strong and robust, his status above that of ordinary body cultivators.

　　A body-refining mortal at this level could basically live a life free from want.