"Master!"
For Wang Ling, this title was more important than anything else. Twenty years ago, if he hadn't met Zhou Dao, he would still be a wild boy lost in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, his fate and future as uncertain as clouds and smoke.
It was Zhou Dao who changed his fate for life.
Without the ancient Primordial King and the great kindness of his master, there would be no Wasteland Sun Seal that was Unparalleled Under Heaven today, and naturally, there would be no Wang Ling who roamed the starry sky undefeated.
Twenty years ago, during the Skyfall Battle, Wang Ling drifted across the world. When he learned of the Celestial Lord's passing, his rage and sorrow were like a rampaging demon—despite exhausting the winds of Nine Heavens and the vast ocean of Four Oceans, he couldn't fill the grief and regret in his heart.
