The Lord of the Future's voice rang through the void once more, repeating what it had said not long ago.
Little Nonpoint had once again been named Number One Under Heaven in the Transformation Spirit Realm.
"Oh, it's me again." Little Nonpoint scratched his head, smoothed his hair, and began basking in his own glory.
"It's me every time. Where's the novelty? Can't you pick someone else?"
"I know I'm outstanding, but choosing me for first place every time puts pressure on me—and on everyone else."
"Don't you know I'm actually very modest and shy? I never wanted to be in the spotlight."
"Alas, there's nothing I can do. How could someone as outstanding as me live an obscure, ordinary life?"
"I was destined to stand before the world. There's no hiding my brilliance."
"Alas, I really do want to keep a low profile. If I could, I'd gladly give up all these Number One Under Heaven titles."
"They're nothing but empty fame!"
"Retiring to the mountains, building a hut, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, heedless of the rights and wrongs of the Mortal World—that's the life I ought to lead."
"Alas!"
Little Nonpoint clasped his hands behind his back and sighed, leaving the world with a lonely view of his back.
“For ten years and eight months, I have roamed Martial World without a single defeat. I seek an opponent, yet none can be found.”
"My divine fists remain firm but unused. Alas, I can only take Heaven and Earth—and myself—as my opponents."
"Lonely indeed."
The beings of the Eight Domains listened to Little Nonpoint and watched his performance, their eyes twitching. They badly wanted to go up and beat this Naughty Kid.
Was that any way for a person to talk?
Ten years and eight months