Holding the little gray figure firmly in one hand, Wang Zhifan used Insight to probe his memories.
In an instant, crushed beneath Wang Zhifan's terrifying mental power, every secret the being held lay bare, revealing his identity and origins.
The little gray figure had once been human, but he had come from neither the Dark Cloud Realm nor the world of Wind-Snow Tower. He hailed from a distant realm that possessed Immortal legacies.
He had spent most of the first six hundred years of his life cultivating.
Originally, he had been an ordinary child in a rural mountain village. A passing cultivation master had taken a liking to him and brought him back to his sect to begin cultivating. In time, he had displayed extraordinary talent, earning his sect's full support. Within a century, he had reached the pinnacle beneath the Immortals.
For over a hundred years afterward, he had striven to obtain an Immortal legacy. But such supreme inheritances were exceedingly precious, and despite all his scheming, he had found no way to acquire one. Finally, he had hardened his heart and sold out his own sect to a declining major sect in exchange for their Immortal cultivation legacy—the Immortal Path Codex now in Wang Zhifan's hands.
After obtaining a truly supreme Immortal cultivation legacy, he had thrown himself wholeheartedly into cultivation once more. Through four hundred years of hardship, he had finally attained what was known as true Immortal fruition, joining the ranks of his world's most powerful beings.
But at that point, he had discovered a serious problem: his Immortal Path Codex was incomplete. Though he had become what everyone considered an Immortal, he had barely crossed the threshold. The supposedly boundless path of Immortal cultivation offered no further instructions, leaving him unable to advance by following