Mandate of Heaven!
It was the only thing Wang Xu had firmly believed in all these years.
Otherwise, there was no explaining how he, a mere mortal, had obtained a supreme bead treasure whose origins he still could not fathom simply by building a house on a whim.
Why had he alone survived that day when the entire Capital of the West Sea Kingdom was destroyed, leaving a million corpses?
Still less could it explain how he had endured countless brushes with death over the years, yet managed to live until now.
Just moments ago, too, in that brief span, he had suffered agony beyond anything in his life, thinking countless times that he was about to die.
Yet he had survived.
And... he was living better than ever!
He felt the vitality restored to his body, the powerful beating of his heart, and the flowing wind around him bearing him aloft.
Before this, even though his strength had approached the Nascent Soul level,
he had still been unable to ride the wind through the void like those cultivators.
Now, at this moment, apart from still having no Law Power, he was little different from a cultivator.
But he had not forgotten who had given him everything he now possessed.
Tap.
Wang Xu landed on the deck.
His entire body was lean and muscular.
Then he knelt without hesitation.
Just as he had forty or fifty years ago, when he first met an immortal.
He kowtowed heavily three times to Wang Ba.
He said nothing.
But the entire iron ship shook violently beneath those three kowtows.
Looking at the figure prostrated before him, Qi and Blood surging like a god or spirit, Wang Ba felt utterly conflicted.
"He actually succeeded..."
"An individual's will can actually defy the rules of heaven