A Few Chances
A person's life actually contained only a handful of fleeting moments that could bring a life-changing opportunity. They were not only rare but obscure, and even when they arrived, one might not notice them—or perhaps one simply did not believe in them.
Lan Jiuji was someone who could seize such rare and obscure opportunities. The first time, he transformed from an utterly ordinary rogue cultivator in society into a cultivator of a sacred land.
At that time, there had not even been any talk of the Four Great Academies.
The second time, he had impulsively created the predecessor of Jixia Academy—a tiny private school.
A long-lost tremor of the soul spread throughout his body. This was not the fear he had felt when the Soul Box was seized... It was excitement. The sparks of consciousness seemed to have been completely ignited in that instant, then began to burn.
"Broader..." he murmured.
His eyes shone like flowers. A magnificent blueprint slowly unfolded before him, and the dazzling Fantasy Side had revealed the tip of the iceberg.
"So this is... the Fantasy Side?"
This too was fleeting, lasting only an instant, just like the opportunity that could transform one's life. Yet it was enough to make Lan Jiuji ecstatic, nearly casting all his established notions aside.
He had never been a stickler for convention. Otherwise, merely becoming the first Grand Dean of the academy would have been enough to make his name immortal. Why would he have ended up as a condemned prisoner in the Heavenly Prison? Why would he have suffered a thousand years of eternal descent into darkness?
He was someone even more capable of accepting things beyond the framework.
"One part—and a very small part at that." Boss Luo smiled faintly and handed the Soul