While everyone else cultivates by building upward from level ground, their feet planted firmly on a smooth road, Zheng Ming has been plunged into a bottomless abyss, racing against his own lifespan from the moment he opened his eyes again.
And yet...
Borrow a measure of fortune from Heaven, a measure of spiritual essence from Earth, and a measure of talent from others.
With three parts of fate in hand, what obstacle could he fear? If fortune seems to favor him, then even with a thorny road ahead, why not give it a try?
[Fall when setbacks come, then rise again. Face every difficult day with a smile! A thought to share with my fellow readers...]
