Born as a mortal, with blocked spiritual veins, and sixteen years of humiliation, Ye Xinghe thought his life would be like this.
When humiliation and despair came together, a mysterious ancient bronze book quietly unfolded in his soul.
[A dead spiritual grass], fate editor: →[Three days later, absorb the essence of the sun and moon and evolve into a thousand-year dragon blood ginseng]
[An incomplete book of exercises], Destiny editor: → [Complete the exercises, improve the level, and point directly to the origin of the avenue]
[A dying enemy], Fate Editor-Delete: → [After three breaths, this person will no longer exist in the world]
From then on, the fate of everything in the world was determined by his thoughts.
Genius? Evildoer? Just a few lines of text written by me. Holy place? Divine dynasty? It's just a few paragraphs of description in the pages of my book.
I, Ye Xinghe, do not respect gods and Buddhas, and do not believe in destiny.
Because I am destiny!
