Godslayer of the Heavenly Path

Huff... Ye Xin suddenly sat up from the grass, his shirt already soaked through with cold sweat, his body trembling, limbs weak, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion washing over him.

He sat in silence for a long while before finally regaining his composure. Letting out a long breath, a bitter smile tugged at his lips.

It had been over four years since he’d found himself inhabiting this body. He had fought tooth and nail to survive, doing countless things over the years that, by the universal moral standards of his previous life, would be considered crimes—grievous sins, every one of them.

But he had no other choice. Unless he was willing to surrender his life, he could only keep going forward.

Although his mental fortitude had been ironclad in his previous existence, even he could not bear the weight of what had happened today. It had left a lingering sickness in him—frequent nightmares, the echo of wailing screams ever-present in his ears. There was no cure for this; only time and his own will could help him adjust.

Perhaps he simply wasn’t strong enough. Or perhaps this world was simply too cruel.

At last, Ye Xin’s mind settled into calm. He slowly raised his head and gazed at the horizon. He had a strikingly handsome face, though his features were still a touch youthful and gentle. He appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most. Of course, this was merely a façade—one he found very useful.

A carriage appeared in the distance. Ye Xin narrowed his eyes, reached for the cloak slung over his shoulder, and draped it over