Heavenly Palace, Fishing Pond.
An old man and a young man stood gazing at the calm water surface, both wearing faint smiles.
"It seems things are stabilizing. That kid might have a chance."
The yellow-robed elder clasped his hands behind his back, his expression serene.
"Hopefully. Over the years, the two of us put in so much effort, and now we've finally nurtured someone. This is the last chance. The accumulation of millions of years is riding on this."
The Qing Emperor glanced at the floating green leaf atop the water and chuckled softly.
The leaf seemed ordinary, yet it shimmered with a sacred glow, imbued with Daoist Aura!
This was the strand of destiny the two of them forcefully snatched from Heaven's Will—it's all for Jiang Xiaobai!
But whether it would succeed or not, neither of them could be certain!
This was the first attempt. Jiang Xiaobai was the first of his kind successfully cultivated this way. All was uncharted territory.
