Author of The Multiverse

Pain, then darkness.

Xiaolan drifted in and out of consciousness, her body sluggish, her thoughts a muddled haze. The last thing she remembered was the sensation of falling, the eerie resonance of the silver flute in her grasp, and the faint glow of her own golden eyes reflected in the river below.

Then—nothing.

When she finally woke, it was to the dim flicker of candlelight and the faint scent of herbs. The ceiling above her was rough-hewn wood, and the faint sound of insects buzzing outside told her she was somewhere far from civilization.

Her body ached with a deep soreness, but her fingers moved instinctively to her side, seeking something—

The flute.

The cool, polished silver was still there, nestled beside her. Relief washed over her like a tide. Whatever had happened, whatever strange force had brought her here, at least the flute was still with her.

"You're finally awake."

A gruff voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned her head to see a middle-aged man sitting on a stool, his face lined with age and experience. His robes were simple, yet they bore an insignia she didn't recognize. He was sharpening a dagger with slow, deliberate strokes.

Xiaolan swallowed. "Where am I?"

"A village at the border of the Wildlands. We found you at the base of a ravine. Lucky you're alive."

Her thoughts raced. The Wildlands? That was far from where she had fallen. Had she drifted downriver? Had someone carried her?

The man—Elder Ji, as he introduced himself—didn't offer much explanation, nor did he ask many questions. He simply handed her a bowl of bitter medicine and told her to rest.

But Xiaolan wasn't one to sit idly by.

Golden Eyes and a Silver Flute

That night, when the hut was silent, she sat up, clutching the flute in both hands. Something was different.

She felt... aware.

Not just of herself, but of the very air around her. It moved strangely, shifting with a presence she couldn't quite explain. When she put the flute to her lips and played a single note, the world rippled—like a stone dropped into still water.

And then, she saw them.

Spirits.

Faint, translucent figures shimmered into existence, some human, some beast-like, all watching her with knowing eyes.

Xiaolan's hands trembled. What... was this?

The flute wasn't just an instrument. It was something more.

She needed answers.

And in this era, when cultivators had access to the boundless knowledge of the Star Web, there was one place she could turn to.

The Star Web's Answers

Xiaolan activated her jade talisman, linking her consciousness to the Star Web.

The familiar, endless flow of knowledge unfolded before her, glowing runes forming data streams across her vision. This was the network that connected planets, sects, and civilizations across the cosmos. Even cultivation worlds like Xianwei were not truly isolated in this new era.

She hesitated before typing in her search:

"Golden eyes and a glowing silver flute."

The results flooded in instantly.

The first few entries were irrelevant—Golden-Eyed Snow Monkeys of the Northern Peaks, The Mystical Sun-Touched Crane, Rare Ocular Abilities in Cultivators—nothing useful.

Xiaolan frowned, narrowing her search. She added Xianxia tags, filtering out mundane information.

That's when the results shifted.

Dozens of entries appeared under ancient sects and legendary figures. Names of powerful cultivators, forgotten techniques, lost relics.

Her gaze caught on one name repeated over and over.

Liufeng, Founder of the Spirit Sect.

She clicked one of the articles.

Liufeng was an ancient cultivator who had founded the Spirit Sect over ten thousand years ago. A powerful master who had delved into the mysteries of the soul and spirit, he was revered as a near-mythical figure. Many of his techniques were lost to time, and modern sects still searched for his hidden legacies.

Xiaolan's breath quickened. Could this be connected to her flute?

But the articles spoke only of his mastery of the soul arts and golden eyes. There was no mention of a flute.

Disappointed, she was about to close the search—

Then the screen flickered.

A new entry pushed itself to the top of her search results.

A book.

The title gleamed in bold, glowing characters:

"The Sightless Path."

Xiaolan frowned.It wasn't Academic work , it was just a Novel but still,She hadn't seen this before. Had it only just been added?

Curious, she clicked on it.

The Sightless Path

The moment the text loaded, she felt an odd pull toward the words.

The novel's premise was simple:

A blind boy, born with spirit sight, embarks on a journey to uncover the mysteries of the world. He wields a strange silver flute, an artifact linked to lost secrets of the ancients. But as he grows stronger, he finds himself pursued by forces beyond mortal comprehension...

Xiaolan's hands clenched.

The protagonist was blind—she wasn't. But the flute, the golden eyes, the spirits—these things were the same.

Too similar.

Her pulse quickened as she read through the first few chapters.

The descriptions, the way the protagonist discovered his powers, even the techniques he used—it all felt like it was describing her.

Her thoughts swirled with confusion.

This SilentQuill, the author of the novel... who were they?

Were they some great master who had foreseen her fate? A hidden sage who recorded future events in the form of a book?

The idea was absurd, yet the evidence was right before her.

Xiaolan hesitated, then scrolled to the comment section.

She needed to ask.

"Honored Master SilentQuill, this disciple humbly seeks guidance. I have awakened with golden eyes and a silver flute, but I do not understand my path. How can I cultivate this power?"

Her face burned slightly after she sent the message.

Would they respond? Or would she be ignored?

Either way, she had taken the first step.

The Beginning of a Misunderstanding

Somewhere across the vast galaxy, on a bustling high-tech planet, an unknowing young author named Linxia was about to receive the strangest message of his life.