Evil Cold Demon Flame Martial Soul, Doubts About the System

A Silver Wolf with sleek fur licked Bai Fan's rosy cheek amid the pack.

Perhaps it was the novice protection period granted by the system, or perhaps Bai Fan's original Fate Power had not dissipated.

Bai Fan had not died in the wolves' jaws. He stopped crying, and the Silver Wolf carefully carried him in her mouth as she entered the forest.

Bai Fan's simulation began just like that, hastily and unceremoniously. This time, he had no omniscient perspective, no powerful background, no identity as a child of destiny. He was nothing more than an utterly ordinary child.

Six years passed quietly.

Within the Star Dou Great Forest, a Man Faced Demon Spider slaughtered all kinds of weak soul beasts with abandon.

The corpses around it were piled up like mountains.

In only six short years, its cultivation had reached two thousand years.

This Man Faced Demon Spider was Tang San, the Tang God-King who had promised Xiao Wu that he would not hunt kind soul beasts.

His former promise had been cast to the back of his mind. Tang San reveled in the thrill of slaughter as the sealed Asura Power within his body slowly nourished him. His eight spider lances were exceptionally sharp.

"If only these soul beasts were a little stronger. Then I could increase my strength faster."

Tang San looked at the mountain of corpses and sighed. Even though his strength had already grown quickly, he was still not satisfied.

Elsewhere.

Six-year-old Bai Fan wore only a simple garment woven from grass.

His hair was filthy and disheveled as he ran freely through the forest like a wild man.

"Six years have passed. It's time to enter human society and awaken a Martial Soul."

Over the past six years, Bai Fan had been raised by the