Mu Xiu was thrown into a fantasy world, and the smoke of fate accompanied him, opening his eyes to see reality.
The thread of fate hung above everyone's head, like a doll, and no one noticed it until Mu Xiu came to this world.
Some people slaughtered all living beings in an attempt to change their fate against heaven. The silk threads above their heads were full of knots, and they were all dead knots.
Mu Xiu: Jie Tongjie, what's the point of living when you're like this?
There are people who serve destiny, are heaven's messengers, and practice the ruthless way. In their eyes, everything in the world is just a sacrifice to heaven.
Mu Xiu: Your god is dead. Open your eyes and see who your master is!
There are still people standing in the long river of time and space, watching the world with cold eyes between the past, future and present, holding the sickle tightly in their hands, waiting for harvest.
Mu Xiu: Everything is fate, nothing is up to you. But I... Am destiny!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
