My name is Song Ming, the most inconspicuous bastard of the Song family in Linjiang City. At the age of fifteen, he was diagnosed with a congenitally disabled bloodline, and a red cross was drawn on his family tree. For eighteen years, he was worse than a handyman. On the day of my eighteenth birthday, no one remembered my birthday, but a piece of jade slip I picked up told me - your body is not a waste vein, but someone has planted a spirit-locking restriction, taking away your natural aura and nourishing the person who performed the spell. When the time comes, your destiny will be over. I don't accept my fate. From being a bastard chopping firewood in the backyard of the Song family, to crushing my brother's wrist on the Beicang Sect's ascent to heaven, from fighting three masters alone in the Black Wind Forbidden Area, to taking three moves from the black dragon in front of the Cause and Effect Platform - I crushed the written destiny step by step. The nine broken pages of the Book of Destiny were scattered across the world, and were torn apart by the Emperor of Destiny himself one hundred thousand years ago. I collected eight pages and burned the ninth. It's not because Page 9 is not strong enough, it's because Emperor Tianming sealed it there, never waiting for someone to take it, but waiting for someone to make the same choice as him - not to decide their fate for anyone. This is a path that begins with "living on" and ends with "letting go."
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