I, the Dao of Heaven, Hunt the Children of Destiny

For thousands of years, the way of heaven has been the foundation that nourishes all things, but it has become a "mobile blood bank" for the children of destiny - they seize opportunities, steal the origin, and ascend to immortality by stepping on the bones of the world, leaving only the way of heaven moaning on the verge of death in the chaos. Until Ye Chen, the son of heaven-level destiny, approached the core of the world and wanted to drain out the last trace of his origin, Heaven finally awakened in resentment: the so-called geniuses are all worms that eat the world! It selected Lin Chen, an abandoned son with a gloomy destiny, and used his soul as a contract to give him the foundation of heaven and the eye of truth, making him a "scavenger" walking in the world. An ambush was set up in the Jueling Valley, turning the elite monks into lambs to be slaughtered; the elders of the Qingyun Sect were killed by heaven's punishment, and the sect's majesty was shattered into dust; the rules were used as blades to dismantle the "sure-win opportunities" for the children of destiny - you relied on the system to obtain the skills? I asked the mission to kill you; did you obtain the treasure by luck? I will make the Lingbao a life-killing talisman! When the evil reputation of "Shadow" spread throughout the three realms, the power of heaven suppressed the ancestors of Yuanying and did not dare to act rashly. This reckoning has just begun: from the Xuan-level prodigies of Donghuang, to the heaven-level sons of Zhongzhou, to the plundering immortals of the upper planes, all those who have sucked the blood of the world must leave their lives behind! After all, in the eyes of Tiandao, the so-called luck has always been a reminder of life. This is not a change of fate against heaven, but a purge of heaven; it is not a fight among monks for hegemony, but a backlash from the world. When the evil reputation of "Shadow" shakes the three realms, the majesty of the sect is shattered by the punishment of the day, and the law is followed by the law of the day, this reckoning across the ages will eventually make all the moths understand: In my world, luck is the talisman of death!