I'm Really Just a Conjurer

In the primordial void lies an immeasurable continent.

There are countless paths of cultivation, including body refinement, qi training, soul cultivation, incense offerings and vows, and the path of faith.

Throughout endless ages, there has been no shortage of extraordinarily gifted people who emerged into the world.

With ambitions as high as the heavens, they often sought to forge a different path.

But in the end, reality usually wore away their sharp edges, and all paths ultimately led to the same destination.

The deeper they went down this path, the more deeply they became trapped.

They could change nothing.

Unseen, intangible, yet intimately connected to them, there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands.

They hung over this boundless land, controlling the course of everything in the world.

Even cultivation had to follow their will.

Among them, a very few highly accomplished cultivators carefully observed and discovered that their own cultivation, though seemingly orderly, was in fact chaotic.

But they could change nothing. All they could do was sigh before vanishing into the endless ages.

The gears of fate turned steadily, until in an instant, they seemed to pause.

A tiny butterfly quietly appeared here.

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