Changing Fate Starts with Blowing Myself Up

"Every breath of your life, from the moment you were born to the day you took the throne, was written by me."

Those were the last words the Heavenly Dao said to me.

Because I blew myself up.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before I was expelled from the sect. But now I could see the threads of fate: golden threads belonging to geniuses, purple ones belonging to those who correct destiny, silver ones leading to passages beyond the realm...

Chu Cai's golden fate thread? I cut it off. Su Yao's destined disfigurement? I changed it. The fate correctors sent by the Heavenly Dao? I killed them.

Someone asked what gave me the right.

I know every opportunity, every powerhouse, and the path of every fate thread in the next thirty years.

I can change them by hand.

The Heavenly Dao called me a puppet.

In this life, I'm the one pulling the strings.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental. Do not imitate.