Retrograde Against the Sky

The time of autumn in a certain year in the Cultivation Calendar. On the official road three miles outside the south gate of Qingshi City, dust was blown up by the morning wind and swirled against the ground. I walked along this road, neither fast nor slow. He was wrapped in light yellow clothes, made of ordinary fabric, washed white but not torn. The belt around his waist was buckled tightly, and the luggage on his back was not big, containing some dry food, a water bag and a few spiritual stones. This is all my belongings. For seventeen years, I have not seen my parents, and no one has told me where I came from. I just know that I want to live, to become stronger, and to stand firm in this place. The world of cultivation is not a kind place. The weak will be stepped on by others, and the dead will not be buried. I'm not going to be that kind of person. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.