"Failure..."
"I died. My physical body, my soul, my path, everything about me was obliterated without a trace. Yet, only this strange will remained." Lord Xuanhuo laughed, "I don't even know what I am after all. An obsession? A remnant soul? A fragment of will? It's hard to say. I have no consciousness, wandering aimlessly around the mountains without end.
"Perhaps, and I mean perhaps. That yearning to ascend, it lingers within this strange will. I hope to be reborn, hope to truly see the Upper Immortal Realm. This desire may be too fervent, I became a spark of flame, drifting through the mountains. Until one day, someone found me and called me 'Lord Xuanhuo.' I've been in a daze ever since, didn't expect to be awakened by you, this dragon."
Fan Wubing was trembling all over.
Lord Xuanhuo smiled and asked, "What is the world like now?"
Fan Wubing couldn't bear to answer this question. Should he tell him that today's world can't even achieve ascension?
