Heaven Can't Erase My Longing

Mo Yuan reached the absolute apex of the universe, only to be butchered at the edge of the Outer Void by the two people he trusted most. As his life bled away, he realized a cruel truth: he had conquered the heavens, but never lived the life he truly wanted. When he closed his eyes, he expected the cold abyss of death. Instead, he woke to the smell of cedar shavings and his mother’s ginger soup. Thrown back into his mortal youth, Mo Yuan makes a quiet vow. He will not cultivate. He will not chase immortality. He will live as a carpenter’s son and use a cheap brush to capture the fleeting, ordinary beauty of the family he lost long ago. But a soul that once stood at the peak of the Grand Dao cannot remain ordinary. Mo Yuan has no spiritual root, yet when he paints a sparrow, the wind stirs beneath its wings. When he paints a mountain, something ancient answers. The universe refuses to let him stay small, and fate is already moving to burn his peaceful life to ash once more. If the heavens demand he be a god, he will not draw a sword. He will draw a new universe.