Honghuang: I, Duobao, Will Never Join the West

[Soul transmigration + Primordial World + Jie Sect’s Duobao + no heroine]

When the script of fate has long been written and an unseen hand guides every step, will you bow your head and follow the path laid out for you, or clench your fists and tear open a crack, even if it costs you blood and sweat?

Reason tells you to proceed cautiously, step by step, but emotion roars in your chest, demanding to break free. In this moment, are you willing to drop every pretense and play the heedless fool, letting your burning passion consume everything you’re told you “should” do?

Some glimpse the secrets of heaven yet remain trapped by fate. Some refuse to be controlled but suffer defeat after defeat. Some cower and retreat, yet cannot escape the tide. Some scheme with all their might, only to become pawns in the end.

The prophet’s sigh, the defiant one’s struggle, the coward’s trembling, the helpless one’s wail, the rebel’s roar, the schemer’s game of chess…

In the end, it all amounts to fleeting illusions, rising and fading away. And can all the schemes in this world really outlast an illusion born from a grand display of fireworks?

Will inviting you into the trap also grant you a dream to return to?