"I'm waiting for someone with a destined fate."
"Hei Yao?" Wang Jixuan asked softly.
"Yes, but in the beginning, I had no choice and could only pass some information about the ancient civilization to the Spirit Cultivators passing by the ruins, and then quietly wait for time to ferment."
The old man laughed:
"It's like fishing, casting a wide net, and eventually, there will be a fish worth using.
"Hei Yao is that fish.
"He was lost, confused, disheartened, so I gave him guidance from the ancient civilization to help him regain his strength. I needed him to bring me fresh souls, to restore some of my power.
"Therefore, when Hei Yao first arrived on Earth, I gave him a lot of benefits.
"On one hand, these benefits could help Hei Yao grow stronger, enabling him to gather more souls for me.
"On the other hand, I discovered Hei Yao's hatred towards the Spirit Cultivation Civilization and his indescribable loathing for those corrupt and degenerate Spirit Cultivators.
