Who Says Crows Can't Be Saviors

(The protagonist is male and has no cp. This is my first time writing a fairy tale. I won't focus on the protagonist's emotional line. It's probably more of a daily routine. Let's make do with it to pass the time.) I am in the world of cultivation, thank you for the invitation. When I woke up, I found myself transformed into a crow. It's not a metaphor, it's a real crow! What's even more bizarre is that I can see things that others can't see - for example, the dense lines of cause and effect extending from the ground and floating in the air, and the gray karma in the air that looks like haze. It is said that this place became like this because the way of heaven helped the son of luck to bear the evil force. And the son of luck flew up with a slap on his butt, leaving behind a land of chicken feathers, oh no, a world of blood and depleted spiritual energy. Ask me what I think? Haha, how else can I watch it? Of course, flipping the table! Fortunately, this thief has found his way back and asked me to correct the chaos and reshape the world! (Bushi) Just watch how I can turn the tide (bushi), clear away the karma, and reactivate the passage to ascension!