Two years went by and Kai Syaoran was still seated on the roof. Dust and moss had grown all over his massive body.
He had become some sort of tourist site in the village. He had given up on healing the beasts since he was now at a stage where true ingenuity was required, not the measly resources he could gather from the beast through healing.
His past good actions were long forgotten and he was now viewed as a selfish beast who did not put the well-being of the pack above all else.
The alpha and the village let him be.
Inside the soul core, the strange man was seated on an iceberg looking at Kai Syaoran who was seated cross-legged on the Ice Fantasy flower.
"Fool, he thinks that he will be able to achieve something that not even the Buddha achieved. Just because he created some Cultivation art, he thinks that he will become legend." said the Strange man mockingly.
His words did not elicit any reaction from Kai Syaoran.
