To escape a catastrophe, heirs to other sects are reborn with powerful golden fingers and heaven-defying cultivation talent as standard. But as the sole heir to the Boundless Chaos Peak, I gradually discovered after being reborn that my body didn't truly belong to me, nor did my soul. Even the golden finger meant to ensure the legacy's survival turned out to be a massive trap.
Worse still, I was reborn in a strange world where the extraordinary overlapped with the ordinary, and truth and falsehood were impossible to tell apart. Just as I finally advanced to Qi Refining, I plunged headfirst into a war between cultivators that had been plotted for a thousand years.
Others cultivate immortality for eternal life and freedom. I cultivate to master my fate.
What does it mean to master one's fate? To rule one's life and command one's fortune, taking control of one's own destiny.
The writing is good and the author has great imagination. I look forward to it.