Zhou Tie transmigrated to this world and, unable to stomach its dark and corrupt ways, spent sixty years as a hero of the people.
He smashed gambling dens, quelled bandit trouble, and protected the people of his corner of the land.
But even heroes grow old.
At sixty-eight, his old injuries flared up and his strength ebbed away. On his birthday, his only disciple was cut down by an enemy right before his eyes, and Zhou Tie could barely protect even the orphan his disciple left behind.
The birthday feast became a funeral banquet, and his old home burned to ashes.
Just as his life was about to run out, a clear, ethereal voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
[After performing 10,000 acts of chivalry, you have obtained the fate: Dao Embryo, Mystic Seed]
[Effect: Exceptional comprehension. Any cultivation technique practiced for one day yields the results of a hundred days.]
At sixty-eight, it was only the beginning.
