"Seeker of the Blue Ghost Fire..." An old, tired voice echoed in Gu Fan's ears.
"To wield the flame of souls, a man must cast aside his mortal flesh. Only a dragon bathing in the blood of death can truly tame the embers of the void..."
The voice shifted slightly, as the elderly tone went low recounting a memory.
"Long ago... there was a young boy," the voice echoed mournfully, "A boy who had nothing. No food to fill his stomach, no woven cloth to cover his shivering body from the winter frost."
"He had nothing but..."
"A will to survive."
"A will to not die like a dog in the streets."
"A will to not let anyone trample upon his pride."
"He fought with bare, bleeding hands against a cruel world. He clawed his way up the bloody path of cultivation..."
"He conquered the heavens and became the Sovereign above the Nine Realms. He sat upon the highest throne..."
Gu Fan frowned, tilting his head slightly.
