Chosen Ones were born between heaven and earth, possessing from the very start a wisdom unattainable by their peers. Pile had heard the many legends and knew of the greatness of the Chosen Ones.
He stood in the front row before the Altar, hot breath jetting from his nostrils like fire, his eyes shot with blood.
Ever since the tribe first settled in the Northern Boundary, the legends of the Chosen Ones had been told. Across the vast, snowy expanse, every clan and tribe knew of the Chosen Ones' power and yearned to find one for themselves.
The arrival of each generation of Chosen Ones heralded great change in the Northern Boundary. They would lead their tribes to prosperity, securing more territory and resources.
Only a Chosen One could cultivate to the Realm beyond Jade Sinews!
