Commit Suicide

When she was sixteen years old, her sister died in a casual blow from a cultivator. Lin Yuan knelt in a pool of blood, unable to buy the candied haws she wanted to eat. At that moment he understood - in the eyes of mortals, monks are like gods; their destiny has already been written, and resistance is futile. Later, before his death, the master told him: You are a disciple of Taoism. Taozi of the twelfth era. Daozi, the sacrifice chosen by Heaven. Give you luck and let you grow, just to sacrifice you at the end of the era in exchange for the continuation of the world. It's not favor, it's nourishment. After fattening, kill them again. But Tian Dao didn't know that this "sacrifice" it personally selected contained the ancient god's heritage - a set of anomalies that even the heavens could not detect. Every bit of luck it gives is raising a variable that will eventually bite it back. From a mortal to a master of destiny, he entered the twelve destiny realms and fought against fate twelve times. Every breakthrough has a price - the master is dead, the brother is dead, the one he loves most burns his lifeline for him, and he only has fifty years left to live. He asked himself: Is it worth it? Ten thousand years later, he stood on the top of destiny, and Heaven whispered: "Become the master of destiny, and you will be the god of the new era." He smiled. Thinking of his sister's candied haws, and everyone who died for him. "I don't want to be the master of my destiny." "I want everyone to be able to choose their own destiny."