Dou Di Resentment

Soul Clan, Soul Realm.

Inside Hun Tiandi's hall, he sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion with his eyes tightly shut. His brows were furrowed, and his expression carried traces of struggle and pain.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi spat out a mouthful of black blood. His aura immediately fell into disarray as a cold, vaguely evil presence erupted from his body!

"Behave yourself! I am the master of this body!"

Hun Tiandi's Wrathful voice rang through the hall, brimming with authority. Yet there was no one around him, making it impossible to tell whom he was speaking to.

"Hehe, boy, I admit that you have courage. In our era, you would certainly have been capable of becoming a Dou Di." After the expression on Hun Tiandi's face changed several times, it turned eerily sinister. "But you are absolutely no match for that boy named Xiao Wujiu."

At this moment, it was as though he had become an entirely different person. Clearly, this was inextricably linked to the Dou Di Resentment Xiao Wujiu had thrown back then!

"Do you think this is enough to shake my resolve? I have spent a thousand years laying the groundwork to become a Dou Di. How could a mere variable possibly ruin it?!"

Hun Tiandi's voice rang out again. It was as though two souls were fighting over one body, and his rational mind once more took the lead.

"Hehe, not necessarily. Every one of us who became a Dou Di in ancient times possessed immense fortune and great perseverance, yet I still lost to that man."

"From that moment on, I understood that even among Dou Di, even between those blessed with immense fortune... there were still differences!"

"Perhaps you are the person most likely to become a Dou Di in the past thousand years.