Jiang Ding focused his mind and held his breath, gripping the sword hilt, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent scanning the surroundings over and over again.
This ancient voice could not persuade him.
No matter where these theories came from, in this world, there was no such thing as destiny, no fate that was predetermined.
Everything had to be fought for with the sword in hand, every obstacle had to be cleaved open with the sword one wielded.
"My young friend,"
"Great Sun Sword Pavilion united the Domain after countless Ancestor Masters braved thorns and shed blood ceaselessly until finally the Son of Destiny was born..."
The aged voice sighed with endless regret, as if it had seen a bright pearl covered in dust: "This is the bearer of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's tens of thousands of years of longing, an elite destined to break through Above Void Refinement!"
"What talent, what a bright future?"
"And what are you doing now?"
