The Falling Star

Tibetan Plateau.

A ragged figure, dressed like a beggar, trudged along with difficulty.

A rotten, lifeless aura clung to him. He looked like a corpse on the verge of decay, without a trace of vitality. The herders he passed on the road all covered their faces and hurried away.

Some kindhearted herders even tried to approach and ask if he needed help.

But the moment they met his cloudy eyes, they were seized by terror.

By the time they came to their senses, he had already walked slowly away.

He kept walking, wading through freezing rivers and crossing snow-covered mountains, from day to night and from night to day.

Then, one day, he finally paused for a moment. A flicker of shock and delight passed across his numb, lifeless face. He quickened his pace and continued on.

Himalayas.

"You shouldn't have come!" Chen Shouyi sat on the grass, teasing the two little fellows on his shoulder with his fingers without even looking at him.

"My lord!" The figure dropped to his knees. "You're the only one who can save us evil beings now."

"Why should I save you—or rather, save you in particular?" Chen Shouyi said mildly.

The visitor was none other than the Fate Stealer from before.

But compared to the spirited figure he had once been, he was now as dispirited as a stray dog. Even his soul had been infected by Tam's will and was on the verge of extinction. If Chen Shouyi didn't intervene, the process would likely take only a few days.

"If you save me, I'll serve you from this day forward and recognize you as my lord." Sensing the vast power hidden in the air, the Fate Stealer grew even more respectful.

This power had already surpassed the realm of Great Divine Power