In Ancient Times, My Treasures Will Never Enter the West

Soul Penetration+Prehistoric+Jiejiao Duobao+No Female Protagonist When the script of fate has already been written, and every step is led by invisible hands, do you choose to bow your head and follow the established trajectory, or clench your fists and tear a crack even if your head is broken and bleeding? Reason tells you to take steps step by step, but emotions roar in the chest to break out of the cage - at this moment, are you willing to take off all disguises, be a fool who doesn't care, and let the hot blood burn away all the "shoulds". Some people glimpse the secret but are trapped by fate, some are unwilling to be manipulated but fight repeatedly, some are cowardly and retreat but cannot escape the torrent, some have exhausted all their tricks but become pawns in the end. The sigh of the prophet, the struggle of the unwilling, the trembling of the coward, the cry of the incompetent, the roar of the resister, the chess game of the planner... In the end, it is just a gathering of bubbles, and after all the mechanisms in this world are exhausted, can they be worth the bubble that started with a grand fireworks? If I ask you to enter the urn, will you be able to return to your dream?