One Person's Fate...

My name was Zhao Heng, the fifth prince of the Zhao Clan of the Great Jin Dynasty. People called me Zhao the Fifth.

I had been frail since birth and possessed mediocre talent, so I was considered to have a bleak future.

I had thought this life would be no more than that—that I would rely on my status as a prince to live as an ordinary wealthy man without worries over food or clothing. Yet when I was eighteen, I unexpectedly entered a miraculous space known as the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

From then on, my fate changed.

After enduring countless life-and-death crises and relying on the many miraculous things within the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space, I had defied fate and become one of the strongest contenders for the throne.

"A person's fate depends not only on their own efforts, but also on the course of history."

"Though I was born into the imperial family and came from noble stock, my talent was mediocre. I did not even have the chance to work hard."

"If not for the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space, no amount of effort could have brought me this far."

A man of roughly twenty-three or twenty-four, with sword-like brows, starry eyes, luxurious robes, and a gentle bearing, stood before a pillar of white light.

He appeared approachable on the surface, but beneath that lay a deeply ingrained sense of superiority.

His hands were clasped behind his back, and a long sword hung at his waist. Its dark golden sheath bore a coiled five-clawed true dragon, radiating nobility.

A white jade wine cup appeared in his hand. Zhao Heng poured the wine out before him and said calmly,

"My brothers, what a pity. You were slaughtered completely by the experts of that Mythology organization."

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