When a shared bicycle carried the talisman soared into the sky, I realized that I could no longer hide it.
That morning, Tang Yurou transferred to another school, and her white shirt fell like a piece of snow at the door of the classroom. The jade bracelet on her wrist shimmered, and my "Dayan Jue" suddenly became restless - the night when the Lin family was exterminated five years ago seemed to be slowly crawling back from the depths of my memory. The world of cultivation is back, bringing with it aura and conspiracy, and I, a casual cultivator who survives on the wisdom of the market, am forced to go into business.
The predicament was the dragnet set by Tang Qianren, even the campus walls hid formations; the turning point was the whisper of the "Kunlun Mirror" in my body, lighting up the forks in fate between life and death; the price was the awakening of the bloodline that had been sealed for many years, and every breakthrough was like tearing off a piece of old time from my soul. Tang Yurou swung her sword to cut off the family shackles, Zhang Hao heard a voice that he shouldn't have heard, and Zhao Tiejun handed over his father's relics in the dusk... We have become children caught between the times, neither technology nor tradition.
If one day, cultivation is no longer a legend, but the blade of reality, how should humans choose? Should I surrender to the reincarnation of fate, or should I rewrite the chess game with a free heart?
