Zhang Ping had advanced.

The process was quiet—no golden flowers blooming across the sky, no earth-shattering thunder tribulation.

Yet, on a spiritual level, he experienced immense elevation. It felt as though he had undergone another near-death flashback.

Memories from his past life and this one replayed vividly in his mind—every person he had ever met, every word he had ever heard, all resurfacing with crystal clarity. But in the end, those images once again faded ...