My name is Ning Chen, quiet Ning, dusty dust.
My classmates laughed at me for being lonely, and my relatives called me a waste. Everyone thought they could trample this speck of dust under their feet at will.
No one knows that beneath this ordinary body, sleeping is the soul of an immortal who once made the world tremble.
When Cang Lan opened his eyes, Ning Chen was no longer Ning Chen.
Facing this city with withered spirit, he just brushed away the dust from his body indifferently:
Ordinary medicinal stones can also be used to refine a divine body; a pair of divine eyes can see through all the opportunities in the world.
He once climbed to the top of the avenue and overlooked the eternity, but in the end he left irreparable shortcomings.
The purpose of coming back to this life is not to return to the Nine Heavens, but to smooth out the shortcomings with my own hands.
And everything starts again from this tiny dust.
