Han Yuan came from a humble background, with incomplete bones, and was judged by his sect to have no chance of immortality.
Others embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation because of destiny, but he entered the path of cultivation with only two words - dissatisfaction.
In an accident, he swallowed a ray of "remnant breath of the lonely path" in the abandoned ancient formation.
That's not a skill, it's not an inheritance, it's just a will that has been obliterated by heaven.
Heaven and earth will not allow it, all spirits will avoid it, and those who practice it will die without a burial.
But Han Yuan held it.
From then on, his spiritual practice had only one path: going against the path alone and exchanging his life for the path.
Others spend ten years building a foundation, but he spends ten years refining his heart;
Others rely on their spiritual roots to survive, but he relies on breaking his own bones to rebuild his foundation;
Others have teachers to back them up, and he can only hold on with one breath.
When he finally fought his way out of the desperate situation, he discovered that the entire world of cultivation was controlled by some invisible order——
Tianjiao is the chess piece, the sect is the chessboard, and ascending to immortality is just another way to wait for death.
Only the "lone cultivator" is not included in the chess game.
He went against the road alone, tore apart the destiny with his obsession, and found the erased road by himself.
——Since God doesn't provide a way, then carve one out yourself.
——Since the Tao does not allow me, then I will prove the Tao alone.
If the mind is immortal, the solitary path will last forever. Han Yuan was alone, traveling retrograde for nine days.
