Little Friend, You Are the New Xuanwu Dao Child

Jiang Ding focused his mind and held his breath, gripping the sword hilt as his divine sense and sword intent scanned the surroundings again and again.

That aged voice could not persuade him.

No matter who had devised these theories, there was no such thing as fortune or destiny being predetermined in this world.

Everything had to be fought for with the sword in one's hand, and every obstacle had to be cleaved apart with that sword.

"Little friend,"

"The Child of Destiny born only after the Great Sun Sword Pavilion unified the realm, after countless generations of patriarchs hacked through brambles and thorns, fighting bloody battles without rest..."

The aged voice sighed, filled with boundless regret, as though it had personally witnessed a bright pearl gathering dust. "A peerless genius carrying the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's wish of hundreds of thousands of years, destined to break through beyond Void Refinement!"

"What talent, what a radiant future!"

"And what is he doing now?"

"Striving to break through to Nascent Soul, shackled by the Nascent Soul Secret Technique, unable to advance an inch for thousands of years to come, waiting in bitter hardship, perhaps even dying with regrets, his grave overgrown with wild grass."

As the words fell, an image appeared in Jiang Ding's mind.

It was the public cemetery of Banyan City.

Moss had already grown over the tombstone of his high school homeroom teacher, Teacher Guo Kui. Before it was utter emptiness, with wild grass growing everywhere and not the slightest trace of incense ash or offerings.

At the very least, no one had come to pay respects for decades.

What made one's nose sting even more was that this was no accident. Throughout the eternal years of the universe to come, no one would ever visit to pay