Beneath the ground, Saint Extinguisher panted heavily, staring blankly up at the sky. Had he lost? So this was what defeat felt like.
At this moment, Karma Fire still burned in the sky, but the dark brown Mother Tree Bark was visible, utterly different from the sky he had seen at birth.
From the moment he was born, he had never lost. No matter what power he cultivated, it came easily to him. The prodigies and masters offered up by the various races had never been a match for him. Most couldn't even touch him.
Then he awakened his talent, startling the Karma Master. He was hailed as the most gifted being in all of history, second only to a Master. The entire Master Clan protected him and raised him high above everyone else.
But that wasn't what he wanted.
He could have anything he wanted. The more that was true, the less satisfaction he felt. What he craved most was to lose, just once.
His clan all believed he wanted to lose so he could break through, but only he knew the truth: he simply wanted to lose once. He had won far too many times. He didn't know what losing felt like.
He didn't know what it felt like to be surpassed by someone at the same level.
He wanted to surpass others, too. But it was too difficult—far too difficult. Every power he possessed was the pinnacle that others dreamed of reaching. Being surpassed was truly too difficult.
It was like an endless road. He had always walked at the very front. Loneliness had accompanied him all this time; there was no one behind him to lean on.
So loneliness was also the Universe Law he resonated with.
But this law gave him no help in battle.