For many years, Xiao Ming had moved from one victory to the next. Success had followed him like a shadow, and because of this, his heart had grown a bit too heavy with pride.
He had begun to look at the world with an indifferent gaze, thinking himself invincible. It was this very arrogance—the feeling that he was the center of the universe—that gave him the nerve to charge headfirst into the soul palace of a Frost Demon Wyrm.
In the world of cultivators, people often say that pride goes before a fall, or that a tall tree is the first to feel the wind. Xiao Ming was learning that even the sharpest sword can chip if it strikes a stone too hard.
But he knew that sitting around and feeling sorry for himself was like trying to put out a fire with a cup of dry sand.
It would achieve nothing. He was the only one who could stop this nightmare.
He was the key, and the Shadowless Spirit Sword Sutra was his map.
