"Purple-Gold Omen, master of the bloodline..."
When that voice rang out in Tang Shan's mind,
he was still dazed and did not understand what it meant.
But
from the moment a wisp of purple-gold appeared in that vast space,
Tang Shan sensed, somewhere deep down,
that it might be his chance to turn his fate around.
A mountain in sight could run a horse to death.
That purple-gold light seemed to hang at the edge of the sky, though it was not truly so far away.
Still, Tang Shan had to chase it with everything he had.
Many times, despair nearly swallowed him.
He even thought of giving up.
But Tang Shan thought about it.
He truly had nothing left to lose.
So he could only fight with all his might to grasp that last strand of purple-gold light, the one thing that seemed capable of bringing him hope.
In that space, his body grew heavier and heavier.
Gradually,
his feet felt as though they had been filled with lead.
It was as if he carried a mountain on his back.
His mouth was full of the bloody taste of teeth ground to pieces.
In the end, Tang Shan was crushed flat against the ground.
He kept crawling forward.
His skin wore away, leaving a bloody trail that stretched far behind him through that space.
His mind grew increasingly muddled.
It felt as though his soul had left his body.
His flesh had reached its limit.
Yet at that moment, little fatty Tang Shan showed astonishing willpower.
There was no audience to witness it.
But even if Ye Fan had come,
he would certainly have given Tang Shan a resounding thumbs-up.
When the body reached its limit, willpower could carve a path through the encirclement!
Ever since childhood, Tang Shan