Shards of the Broken Heart

Lucas lost everything. His abusive father pushed his mother to the brink of death. His younger sister turned into a chip for blackmailing and lost her life. Left alone in the world without his loved ones, he decided to end his life to meet them in the afterlife. Instead of dying, Lucas was born as a baby without his past memories in a world of cultivation. He had a loving family of mother and older sister. Even without his memories, as Lucas grew up, he knew in his heart that he had to protect his family from all the evils and strived to become stronger. With his growth, Lucas occasionally started to see many heart-rending visions, which affected him greatly and affected the way he looked at others, including his family. The revelations shocked him. He couldn't trust anyone, even his once close family and friends. What were those visions? How will Lucas cope with the unsettling revelations and his chaotic feelings? Will he become estranged or strengthen his bonds with his family and friends and gain the love and warmth that he once longed for. Read from the perspective of Lucas and join him on his journey of growth, acceptance and love. *** The prologue of the novel (the first 2 chapters) is tragic and hard to digest but HOLD ON! Do read at least the first 10 chapters before deciding to drop off. Note: No Gender-Bender, Yuri, NTR and Rape. *** [A/N: The cover is mine, it's original. Cheers to AI!] Join the server for character art: https://discord.gg/FSYAghWsje

Grispera · Fantasy
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Celestial Yin Sect

Unlike the usual tradition of sects and residences being built on a higher ground, all the halls and pavilions of the 'Celestial Yin Sect' were built in the depths of a large crater.

And so, after passing through the sect gate, the three of us had to climb down a flight of stairs built on the crater's peripheral walls.

Until then, we hadn't met any other person, let alone a member of the sect. Even after looking at the buildings, I found no one in sight.

After climbing down the staircase, the path led to a pink portal beside which was a small metal platform. And above the platform, there was a board that read as follows.

'Prick one of your fingers to bleed and press down the same hand on the platform. Only after that enter through the portal.'

With just a glance, I easily recognised this apparatus as one of the methods Yruvkish's mother had developed to distinguish between males and females easily.