Somewhere in a palace.0

“Everyone, I’ve let countless years slip through my fingers, and accomplished little. I live as if drunk or dreaming, a weak-willed waste of life.0

“But I’ve always been bitter. I refuse to just submit to my fate! I won’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers too! Even if I die, I’m going to die fighting. Even if it kills me, I’ll have no regrets!”0

On this day, a venerable, white-haired elder left the ancestral home he’d been living in for a long time, his chest full of valiant spirit and his eyes shining like a youth’s. 0

When he made this decision, he recalled when he first arrived in the River of Epochs. Back then, he was a dazzling, unparalleled figure within the Great Profound Stage, and his heart blazed with ambition!0

His fellows called him a hegemon among them, the one with the greatest hope of achieving divinity!0

But the passage of time and countless years of exposure to the wind and rain wore away all these glories. Dreams of achieving divinity were too fleeting and ethereal, and the River of Epochs was far too cruel and perilous.0

Ultimately, even once-unparalleled figures found their ambition ground away...0