Remnant Soul

Chen Fan held the stone slab and returned to the underground cavern abode.

He frowned at the pendant hanging in the empty hall, feeling that something was strange.

"Why didn't this person simply leave the inheritance and treasures with the Sand Clan? Why go through all this... wasn't that just needlessly making trouble?"

The vast Sand Clan could not produce a single satisfactory successor, so he had to resort to this?

At that moment, White Lord, seated on his shoulder, shook his head.

"This is what you don't understand, Chen Fan. The stronger a person is, the more reverence they have for fate. That person was likely deliberately handing this opportunity over to Heaven..."

"Fate?"

Chen Fan frowned. "A master like that actually believed in such things?"

White Lord nodded, his expression equally solemn.

"When Chang Sheng experts comprehend the Dao, above ordinary paths lies the Great Dao, and above the Great Dao lies the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is the manifestation of the world's will, maintaining the normal operation of our world at every moment... The stronger one becomes, the closer one draws to the Heavenly Dao, the more one believes in fate."

Chen Fan nodded, then raised his brows slightly. "If, as you say, above the Great Dao lies the Heavenly Dao, then what is this 'ultimate' Lanruo spoke of?"

White Lord froze, then his face fell. "I don't remember..."

Chen Fan rolled his eyes.

Shaking his head, he looked again at the pendant, unease stirring in his heart. "I always feel things aren't that simple—"

Yet he did not approach the pendant. After pondering for a moment, he instead took out the Sun-Covering Mirror.

The stronger he became, the more he could sense the might of the Sun-Covering Mirror.

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