That Wanderer from Afar

Prologue

Falling from a tall building is an accident for the individual. Multiply the number of cases, and to bystanders, it's just a matter of taking a deep breath and sighing over it. For the young protagonist, his life had barely begun when it was about to end in tragedy. But as he fell, time and space became disordered. Though he was crushed into a bloody pulp, he was no longer on Earth. In a martial world called the Cangqiong Continent, an old man narrowed his eyes. His face, like aged tree bark, gradually came alive as he watched the unrecognizable lump of flesh. Its cells were opening and closing, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth so faintly it could barely be noticed, slowly and painfully healing itself and keeping its life from going out at any moment. Above the broken body, a spiritual will was on the verge of being torn away, like a plant ripped bodily from the ground, its fragile roots still clinging stubbornly to the soil. It was the unwillingness and helplessness of one whose youth was about to end too soon, with no way to hold on to it. At one moment, that will, flickering like a candle in the wind, seemed to look at the old man. Across layer upon layer of space, the old man still felt its stubbornness and pleading. And so, the heart within him, as gnarled as an old tree trunk, began to beat...