Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell. He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal. Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.
Inside the cave, Ling Xian strolled around and waited for this fated battle.
His mood was complexed and very contradictory. He had high anticipation but he was also somewhat afraid.
He had high anticipation because he wanted to resolve this quickly and get rid of his inner demons. Yet he was afraid of seeing Yu Wu Xiu again and the treasure that once stripped him of all his abilities. It wasn't that he was afraid of his talent being taken away from him again, it was that he was afraid of the heart tearing agony again.
But Ling Xian knew very well that he had no way out of this one. No matter how much he wanted to avoid this, he had to face it.
Therefore, he suppressed his complex emotions and silently waited for the woman to arrive.
After some time, a gentle and meaningful laughter rose.
"Xian Ling, I didn't know you would be here as well."
Yu Wu Xiu's face held a faint smile. She walked softly over like a fairy. Her aura was out of the world, extraordinary, and beautiful.