[A Fresh Take on the Mortal's Journey] [No Golden Finger] [Authentic Cultivation]
Shi Tou spent his whole life seeking a spiritual root and a fair chance,
but ended up dying without even a place to be buried.
Wang Qingmu was born a prodigy, with talent unmatched through the ages. He was the destined protagonist.
It was fate.
"Why can decades of bitter cultivation never measure up to someone else's sudden enlightenment?!"
"Why do I give it everything I have, yet can only struggle to survive at the bottom?!"
"Why does my mediocre talent mean my sect treats me like a waste?!"
"Is this what fate is?!"
He cried out in fury, never expecting a voice to drift slowly from behind him:
"That's what cultivating immortality is."
Test it, test it
Ordinary flow is refreshing. There is no big opportunity to rely on one's own efforts.