My ancestors have done good deeds for five generations, but their whole family was destroyed. I was born with a demonic body that was supposed to be robbed. I am dedicated to doing good, but why is fate so cruel that I have to take away everything around me?
The way of heaven is ridiculous, it only talks about cause and effect, not good and evil, it plays with good in applause, and pushes evil to the top; it is ridiculous that the fairy road is illusory, but there are countless pilgrims, who are shattered to pieces, and they only wake up when they die; it is ridiculous of the world, those who are sincere die of loyalty, and those who waver achieve the right path...
In the end, there is only one sentence - nothing is permanent!
