The white-haired man's name was Lu Wu. He was 863 years old, had reached a staggering level of 406, and had lived through three game eras, roaming the Starry Sky for nearly eight hundred years.
His class was a rather special one called War Trample!
For these eight hundred years, Lu Wu had always been a lone wolf. The passage of time had made him forget the bonds of family and friendship; he was accustomed to solitude, his methods ruthless and direct.
In Lu Wu's current worldview, to be born into the Chaotic Void was like Cultivation—one had to constantly grow stronger.
The strong were revered by the masses and could do as they pleased.
Without strength, one was destined to be trampled upon.
Lu Wu had been through too much. His Dao Heart was unshakable. To him, whatever made you stronger was justice, and only overwhelming power could define truth!
