The elders in Linjiang City say that everyone's life is like a thread, taken out from the mother's womb, climbed on the vines, twisted and twisted, and finally returned to the book of the City God.
Lu Guanchen didn't believe this.
He only believed in his own eyes - what he could see was destined; what could be continued should not be broken.
In the late spring of this year, he started with a bowl of pancakes in the market and walked into another giant network hidden in the morning mist in Linjiang City.
It is the network of fate of gods, spirits, ghost cultivators, and mortals.
It is also his own path for the rest of his life.
