Little Friend, You Are the New Black Tortoise Daoist Heir

Jiang Ding held his breath and gripped his sword hilt. His divine sense and sword intent swept the surroundings again and again.

That aged voice could not persuade him.

No matter who had put forward those theories, there was no such thing as predestined fortune or fate in this world.

Everything had to be won with the sword in his hand. Every obstacle had to be cut down with it.

"Little friend,"

"The Great Sun Sword Pavilion united the realm only after countless generations of ancestors hacked through thorns and brambles and fought bloody battles without end. Only then was a child of fortune like you born..."

The aged voice sighed with boundless regret, as though it had watched a bright pearl fall into the dust. "A prodigy bearing the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's long-cherished wish of hundreds of thousands of years—to break through beyond Void Refining!"

"What talent! What a bright future!"

"And what were you doing now?"

"Struggling to reach Nascent Soul, trapped by a Nascent Soul formation secret art. For thousands of years to come, you would make no progress. You would wait and suffer, until you died full of regret and left behind a grave overgrown with weeds."

As the voice spoke, a scene appeared in Jiang Ding's mind.

It was the public cemetery in Banyan City.

Moss had grown over the gravestone of Guo Kui, his high school homeroom teacher. The ground before it lay empty, with weeds growing everywhere and not a trace of incense ash or offerings.

No one had come to pay their respects for at least several decades.

What made his nose sting even more was that this was no accident. For all the endless ages to come, no one would ever visit the grave again.

The children to whom Guo