"I was once nothing more than the most ordinary wild elephant... muddleheaded, knowing neither spring nor autumn. If I was lucky, perhaps I could live fifty or sixty years, then die of old age in some nameless mountain ravine. If I was unlucky and encountered a slightly more powerful demon beast, I would become a lump of bloody meat in its mouth."
At this point, White Elephant paused, his gaze growing distant.
"This was my fate... and the fate of most living beings in this world. Lowly, mediocre, as insignificant as dust."
The man in white listened silently and did not interrupt again.
Everyone said that the White Elephant Demon Emperor possessed terrifying talent. In merely tens of thousands of years, he had stepped into the Tower-Climbing Realm... Perhaps that was nothing to the human race, but for demons and devils, whose lifespans often spanned tens or hundreds of thousands of years, it was indeed monstrous.
But who would have thought... that he had come from such a background?
"Until that day..."
A glimmer of light suddenly lit up in White Elephant's eyes.
"I was fleeing the pursuit of a demon beast, panicked and choosing the wrong path. I crashed headlong through a ruined temple."
"There was a young Daoist in the temple, brewing tea."
"I was terrified then. I thought I had offended one of those lofty cultivators. I lay trembling on the ground, not even daring to breathe."
As he said this, an exceptionally gentle smile actually curled at the corner of White Elephant's mouth.
It came from the depths of his heart, a pure smile like that of a child.
"But that Daoist did not kill me."
"He merely glanced at me, smiled, and said, 'What a huge fool. It would be a pity to kill you