Deep within Xinglin, mottled light and shadow played.
Nan Dou Master lowered his gaze, calmly looking down at the young Daoist before him. The young man stood tall and straight, his face still holding a touch of youthful inexperience.
This was the Secret True Cultivator he had personally chosen, the one in whom he had placed such high hopes.
He had once been the top candidate, the one most likely to achieve Primordial Heaven, but due to sabotage from Black Mountain, he had lost the all-important achievement of the First Certificate.
With his fated opportunity stolen and his path obstructed, anyone else would have found it impossible to accept, even if they didn't fall into despair.
However, not even Nan Dou Master had expected that this boy, who appeared so reserved and unassuming, would possess a Heaven-Striving Heart at his very core.
To abandon the safe and reliable path of Primordial Heaven and instead turn toward Daluo, a path that had consumed countless geniuses...
