"Ah, I meant to take the Void Infinite Mirror, persuade it to accept Second Uncle as its master, and use that wisp of the Former Master Ancestor's Great Dao aura within it to heal Second Uncle's hidden ailment." Sitting on the floor of the Undying Hall, Li Xiaopang shook his head and sighed. "Who knew... after all that, the mirror spirit would accept me instead? That wisp of swallowing Dao intent has completely merged with me, too, improving my cultivation aptitude again."
"Fuck, what a twist of fate. The exact opposite of what I wanted."
Anyone else who received such a staggering opportunity and truly became an heir to a divine legacy would surely have been mad with joy. Yet Xiaopang looked utterly unwilling and forlorn, unable to feel the slightest happiness.
He had only wanted to show his filial devotion and let Second Uncle live out his natural lifespan. In the end, however, he had personally cut off every chance Second Uncle had of surviving.
The Li Family's descendants all cultivated the void way. Only the "void Dao intent" left by the Former Master of the Divine Dao could completely eradicate Second Uncle's hidden Great Dao ailment. Now that opportunity belonged entirely to Xiaopang. In an age when people of the Divine Dao had long ceased to appear, where could they find another divine-ranked practitioner specializing in void Dao intent to treat him?
They could not. There was no chance left... and that left Xiaopang utterly heartbroken.
Not far away, the Storyteller could not resist speaking when he saw the foolish boy hanging his head, looking so dejected. "Little fatty, do you know what matters most in life?"
"What?" Li Xiaopang answered with vacant eyes.
"A reason to keep living. The conviction to burn yourself out pursuing a goal,