Lu Tian stood in stillness, unable to grasp the truth; the consciousness of heavenly Dao itself, the very essence of cultivation, was speaking into his soul.
What blessings did he cultivate in his past life?
"You have to defeat him in the trials. Do you want to be stronger than him?" The voice of Heavenly Dago echoed again.
"How so? I am but a lone thread of silk before his vast expanse. By what means could I hope to surpass him?" Lu Tian pondered aloud knowing it was like chasing shadows beneath the ever-moving clouds, a futile dream to achieve on his own.
"I can give you power. Are you willing to make a deal with me?" The Heavenly Dao's voice was soft but cold as ice, echoing in Lu Tian's head.
"I am willing to do anything. I need to be powerful."
"Then swear upon your soul, and all of your descendants, that you will obey me. Are you willing?" The Heavenly Dao asked.
"Of course!" Lu Tian immediately said.
"Speak the oath, if you dare." The Heavenly Dao replied.
