"Cough, cough..."
On a narrow, rugged mountain path, a white-haired young man with a withered face leaned on a cane, stumbling forward with great difficulty.
His body was exceptionally frail, like that of someone terminally ill. Every time he coughed, pain surfaced on his sallow, haggard face.
Blood could even be seen spilling from the corner of his mouth.
The uneven mountain path had already been difficult to traverse, and with his body in such terrible condition, it was even worse. Finally, after another coughing fit, he failed to grip his cane properly, stepped into empty air, and crashed hard into the bushes by the roadside.
Sharp branches tore countless gashes through his tattered clothes and left his body covered in wounds as well.
Though he had already been covered in wounds to begin with.
"Am I... going to die?"
The intense pain permeating every inch of his body had nearly numbed him. Even as the scent of blood gradually spread from his body, his expression did not change in the slightest.
"How could I, Huo Yuhao... die like this?!" Huo Yuhao let out one final roar, and then...
He did not die.
The Child of Fortune's passive ability had ultimately activated: when it was not time for him to die, he simply could not die. Although Douluo Continent was somewhat lackluster, and Lin Yun had plundered Huo Yuhao's opportunities from the Original Work, leaving him with few new opportunities—
It was still quite difficult for him to die just like that.
The opportunity that had arrived nearly ten years late finally appeared.
Even if Huo Yuhao racked his brain until it shattered, he could never have guessed that beneath the thicket he had fallen into lay the grave of a Limit Douluo Evil Soul Master who specialized in Spiritual