"Hehehe... indeed, fate has not forsaken my soul-devouring self. After reincarnating through seizing a Nascent Soul, it seems the wheel of fortune has turned. To have escaped such peril, those who survive great disasters are bound to receive blessings later on."
On a steep and perilous cliff, the Soul Devouring Old Demon, having just escaped from the brink of death, let out a strange laugh.
The stubborn pine trees in front of him, piercing through the white mist, danced to the rhythm of his laughter.
He laughed and laughed, and suddenly, he gazed intently at the pine trees before him, his laughter gradually ceasing.
He felt like he was the pine trees, despite a life full of hardships and reincarnating by seizing another soul; he was resolute and unyielding, firmly rooted against all odds, believing there would be rewards for perseverance.
