104 Sin of Envy (1/2)

1 Year...

5 Years...

10 Years...

A whole 80 years soon passed and the name, 'Dawn Wilkes' was forever lost in the sea of time that should never be remembered once more.

The clans of the past will have been taken over and improve in a more rampant manner while the voices of old will be forgotten and replaced by the new.

One shall eventually return to where they started and that is what Dean was currently looking at.

Gone was the confused youth who violently destroyed everything and fell into the clutches of melancholy.

Now an old man with nothing, he was forever to be mute and just watch.

Wrinkles, long grey hair; he was a fossil that would eventually crack.

Apathetic, cruel. The basic attributes that contributed to creating a monster but this old man had finally refused to continue on that path and hid himself to cultivating at the very peak of his capabilities.

Dean was able to sense the 'world's pressure', a force that made sure a cultivator wouldn't corrupt the world but he had no use for such power.

What good was it?

At one point, it seemed the [Battle Intent Manual] was a complete failure of a cultivation book.

It did not focus on the effect of longevity like most cultivation manuals, but instead battle competency, meaning Dean would most likely die of old age.

The most effective fuel that would boost your cultivation was - emotions, specifically revenge.

He was too tired and sick of everything that the [Battle Intent Manual] wasn't as effective as it once was but Dean was satisfied.

When he first escaped from the Zikel Clan as a youth, he first ran to a nearby village.

They were originally under attack from bandits but he had already demolished them to dust and earned the praise of the villagers.

Dean wasn't interested in any services they were willing to offer and instead watched the labor they did.

An uncomfortable feeling would always follow him.

The men who hunted with efficiency with honed techniques that executed animals and gathered food for everyone.

Women who spun silk, harvested herbs, tended to animals and children.

It was unfortunate as fate wasn't kind. Another bandit group attacked the place and Dean could remember their cries

”Why aren't you helping!”

There was an obnoxious feeling within his heart that he was never able to understand, until he looked at the beautiful landscape from above as an old man.

”All I've done is waste my life and done whatever I desire. Life is nothing more than a tiny grain of sand but it can still affect other people's lives. I think I understand that feeling”

It was a long time ago but he remembered that strong familiar feeling.

Jealousy, hatred, envy.

Christian had strength and power which is what I yearned for with revenge.

I achieved that and sabotaged him to go all the way and visit hell but then I had nothing else.