In the heart of the modern world, Ye Chen, a weary university student, stumbles upon a strange, nameless book lying abandoned on the street. Out of curiosity, he takes it home and begins to read.

Thirty minutes later, the words vanish. The pages glow.
And when he turns the final page—
time itself turns with it.

Ye Chen awakens in an ancient martial world, a realm ruled by strength and shadowed by blood.
He finds himself in the body of another Ye Chen — a disgraced hound master of the Ye Family, mocked, weak, and one breath away from ruin.

But within his mind lies something extraordinary — a vast, endless library known as the Book Realm (书界), where every scroll and tome holds the essence of knowledge, history, and forgotten martial truths.
With every word he reads, he comprehends.
With every verse he understands, power awakens.

As others train with fists and blades, Ye Chen cultivates through wisdom, poetry, and comprehension, reciting ancient lines and shaping qi with thought alone.
From taming spirit beasts to battling prodigies, from mortal to sage, his journey becomes one of enlightenment — where understanding becomes power, and knowledge becomes the Dao.

> “When one reads the heavens, even the mountains bow.”
“When the scholar raises his pen, the world itself becomes his scripture.”

Mist clung to the garden stones, and the moon floated like a silver coin above the Ye estate.


Ye Chen sat beneath the same plum tree where he had first drawn breath as a cultivator. The petals around him were still wet; each reflected starlight like a mirror to the heavens.


The moment his consciousness entered the Book Realm, everything changed.


The shelves stretched farther than ever before, their spines glowing faintly in the dark. Yet tonight the silence felt alive—as though unseen eyes watched from between the stacks.


> "Seeker of Words… you have turned another page."


The voice was neither male nor female, soft yet thunderous inside his mind.


> "The Reader before the First Reader."


The shelves trembled, and one book drifted free—a slender volume bound in black silk, its title half-erased.


When Ye Chen touched it, the cover dissolved into light.


Images flashed across his thoughts: a world collapsing into ash; a scholar writing in the air itself; books scattering through time like shooting stars.


> "Each world births one who can read the truth behind truth.


Now you must finish what the last Reader could not."


The vision faded. The shelves stilled. Only the faint glow of the new book remained.


Ye Chen opened his eyes to the quiet night. His heart pounded.


A fallen page… the book I picked up in my world… was a fragment of this realm itself?


He remembered the moment he'd found it—lying in rainwater on a gray street, as if it had waited for him.


Perhaps the Book Realm wasn't merely a gift; perhaps it was a living scripture seeking its next guardian.


"Young Master Ye, the Patriarch requests your presence at dawn," a servant called softly.


"Messengers from the Heavenly Sword Sect have arrived. They wish to meet the clan's new prodigy."


Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. Another test already.


As the servant left, Ye Chen looked once more at the sky.


> "So the world wishes to test me again…


Then let it. For every challenge, I gain another line to read."


He returned to meditation, the words of the mysterious voice echoing faintly:


> "Finish what the last Reader could not."


And deep within the Book Realm, the black-silk volume slowly opened its first page.


Chapter 6 - the whisper again: