Defying the Past and Going Against the Will of Heaven: the Road to Becoming an Immortal with Just One Thought

He was originally a number in the courtyard, Ding two hundred and ninety-seven. One whip, one blood, one branding, one life. His father was dragged away, and his mother died on a snowy night. His sixteen years of life were filled with the word "mean life". But he was unwilling to be a slave, unwilling to bow his head, and unwilling to leave his life to God, officials, and those who climbed up on his backbone. On a snowy night while escaping, he fell into a fire cave, obtained broken pieces of bamboo, drew fire from the earth, refined bones into blades, used blood as lamps, and embarked on the path of cultivating immortality against the will of heaven. From a lonely ghost in the forest to a handyman in the sect, he wore wolf ashes as his clothes, hung wolf claws as evidence, and fought bloody battles step by step, just to tear the word "fate" from the book of life and death, and stick it on the faces of those who were above him with his backhand! In this life, he does not seek immortality, only happiness. The enemy's blood is not cold, his sword is not sheathed; The souls of his relatives are not at peace, and he never stops. Cultivation? No, what he cultivated was—— Sixteen years of his life were taken away in one breath!