Thousands of Years to Come: I Use the Time Dial to Defy Destiny and Become a God

The sky is gray and cold, and the sea of ​​clouds hangs low. The wind blew up from the depths of the rift valley, carrying the smell of rust and rot. Lu Zhao squatted beside the rock seam, digging his nails into the gravel, and did not stop even if his fingertips were worn out. A few pieces of dim source crystal lay in the palm of his hand. They were black in color and of poor quality. They couldn't be exchanged for much rations, but this was all he had dug in three days. He stuffed the source crystal into the secret pocket on his chest and tied it tightly with a cloth strip, moving skillfully. He made this strip of cloth by taking apart his old clothes and wrapping it twice around his shoulders, close to his ribs, and then tied into a tight knot. This way it won't make any noise when running and won't fall off. He knew how dangerous sound could be in this wasteland. The wind blew the sand against my face, like tiny needles pricking my skin. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky - Lingcheng was hanging high, hidden in the clouds, with only an outline showing, like a giant beast half swallowed by the fog. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.