Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal. Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal? ---------- Watch as Mo Wuji fights against this destiny with his grit and tenacity. Feel your hearts pound as he goes through exciting adventures and encounters. Cry as tragedies befall him. Smile as he crushes his enemies and forges his own path. Where will his cultivation ultimately lead him?
"Little fella, stop." Just as Ji Li was charging out with the rest of a crowd, a figure stopped in front of her.
It was an aged old woman. Her skin barky like the surface of a tree. She was the one who called out to Ji Li.
Ji Li stared at this old woman warily, "Senior, is anything the matter?"
"I see that your innate talent is not bad. I'm willing to accept you as my disciple. Follow me." This old woman laughed cruelly. Her laughter sounded rather horrifying.
Ji Li took a few steps back. Then, she clasped her fists and said, "Senior, many thanks for your appreciation. However, this junior doesn't have any intentions of accepting a master."