Ponto was a man who had been alive for about four centuries, born on the human continent, with his original home being what was now known as the empire. Ponto had somehow found his way to the dark continents before he was even fifty.
It had been a reckless journey—an adventure of sorts, but it had cost him nearly all whom he journeyed with. Considering that he had only been a measly tier 2 cultivator when they started. Then, some of the rules imposed by Cregar on the continents had not been so strict. Things were different now; he was stronger too.
He had been born in an era when cultivators still understood what it meant to be one… individuality had been a goal, and still was for him, unlike the modern cultivators who only wanted to climb the ranks as quickly as they could. Ponto couldn't see the next generation of cultivators grow into sturdy existences like he was.
Which brought him to his greatest joy and pride: speed.
