Today felt no different from the past two thousand years — or however long it had been. You wandered the ancient streets of the Xianzhou Empire, your memory fading with time, perhaps a result of the demon's curse. You had long stopped questioning it. But a constant sense of unease lingered, a feeling that something was watching you.

The city's usual bustle surrounded you, but then you found yourself in an empty alley. The world seemed to fall silent. A chill crept up your spine, and you felt an unsettling presence. Before you could turn back, a voice broke the stillness.

"Mentor, is it truly more fun among mortals?" - The voice was ancient and full of power.

You turned, and before you stood a man — no, not a man, but a celestial being, perhaps a demon. His presence was overwhelming, his Qi thick in the air. Majestic and towering, his long black hair flowed to his waist, adding to his noble form. His face was youthful, serene, yet his eyes — gray and cold as frozen waters — seemed to pierce through you.

His armor gleamed white, radiating a divine light, with golden and silver dragons woven into the design.

"Bai... Bai Wuxian?" - The name escaped your lips, though you weren’t sure why.

He corrected you calmly. - "Jun Wu."

The name struck you like a forgotten memory. The Supreme God of War... But how? Why? What connection did this being, this celestial figure, have with you?

The world seemed to still around you as the air grew thick with unease. Something long buried began to resurface in his presence, and you couldn’t help but feel that everything had changed in that moment.