Inside a grand hall.
"Everyone, I had squandered long years, drifting through drunken life and dreamlike death, my will sunken, no different from a cripple."
"But deep down, I had never accepted it. I refused to resign myself to such a fate!"
"I will not miss this opportunity!"
"Even if I die, I will fight for it once."
"Even in death, I will have no regrets!"
That day, a white-haired old man left the clan where he had lived for many years, his heart brimming with heroic spirit and his eyes as bright as a youth's.
As he made this decision, he vaguely recalled the scene when he had first arrived at the Epoch River.
Back then, his spirit had soared to the heavens, his ambitions towering above the clouds! He had been a peerless Supreme Mystery Grade overlord whose brilliance illuminated an entire region!
He had been hailed as the generation's overlord most likely to attain the Dao and become a god!
Yet elegance was always swept away by wind and rain. The Path to Godhood was too elusive, and the Epoch River too dangerous and cruel.
Thus, even such peerless figures had, through the passing years, been worn down until all their fighting spirit was gone. Like decrepit elders in their twilight years, they merely lingered on, gasping for life.
But now, with the Path to Godhood appearing and that bell tolling somewhere in the unseen, the old man seemed to awaken from a great dream, recovering the passion and heroic spirit of his youth!
"I want to give it a try!"
"Even if my status is lowly, my talent dull and clumsy, and I am destined to have almost no chance of becoming a god, still..."
"I must give it a try!"
"I have had enough