In the past life of Kyros...
Kyros fell, bleeding with severe wounds all over him. The enemies had chased him, and he had managed to cross various zones that no cultivators under Cardinal dared to cross.
But in the last moments of his death, a strange power called out to Kyros and led him to safety. Even now, the power was slowly healing his wounds.
"You know, you should be dead, like me. How is it possible that you are still alive?" A young, handsome man sat down and glanced at Kyros.
"You're the one who saved me?" Kyros did not drop his guard but gave the young man a suspicious stare.
The young man sighed.
"So this is... the best that Fate could do, eh? Send me a person who has constantly defied her and lived. I guess this is good. One who challenges Fate might be strong. But do you have what it takes to cross the great gaps? Your cultivation is weak and unstable, and the heritages you built your strength upon are abysmal, to be honest." The young man sighed.
