(This is a long story, so it must be told from the beginning. Please be patient as you read.)
“The night sky is pitch-black, so dark I can’t see the road ahead.”
“The road at dawn is silent, so quiet I don’t know where to go.”
Fu Lingfeng was born in this peaceful age, yet lived at the very bottom of society. He suffered the cold stares of the world and refused to go on living like this, harboring a deep-seated resentment.
Still, Fu Lingfeng was quite lucky.
On a stormy night, Fu Lingfeng transmigrated to a vast cultivation continent. Countless opportunities awaited him there, and he could finally unleash the ambitions burning inside him.
Looking back across countless eras, at the end of the river of time, that figure wore white robes and let their hair fall loose over their shoulders. A blood-red flower seemed to bloom on their forehead, while a person and a cat followed at either side.
As if sensing something, that figure glanced back, and then... ...
