"Master, have you discerned this fellow's origins?"
The Child of Fortune from the Lingxiao Holy Land, wearing the Silver Mask, suddenly asked in a low voice.
As his words fell, the Silver Mask on the youth's face suddenly trembled, and an aged voice emerged from within. "Little Yu, this fellow's aura is far from ordinary. He seems to be cultivating an ancient technique. If my guess is right, he wasn't born here in the Lower Realm."
"Master, are you saying he also came from the Upper Realm?"
A sudden tremor passed through Su Yu's sinister gaze beneath the Silver Mask. With a trace of surprise, he said, "I don't know why, but the moment I saw this fellow, I felt an urge to kill him! Master, do you think he could be my tribulation?"
Though the Silver Mask concealed the changes in Su Yu's expression, a flicker of shock still flashed through his eyes.
He still remembered how, when he first met his master, his master had told him that a great tribulation lay within his destiny.
If he handled it poorly, he could very well perish.
Over the years, his cultivation had advanced rapidly with his master's help. Yet after reaching the Void Training Realm, he had suddenly stopped progressing.
The reason his cultivation had stalled was that this destined tribulation had affected his state of mind.
Because of that flaw in his state of mind, no matter what method he tried, he could neither forge his Saint Altar nor enter the Saint realm.
After trying every possible method and failing to untangle the knot in Su Yu's heart, his master could only perform a divination for him to locate the source of his destined tribulation.
Yet the person who embodied that tribulation, who had clearly been in the