Everyone praises me as a peerless genius, but I alone know the truth: it was all a trap laid by the Heavenly Dao!
My cultivation, opportunities, and glory had long since been assigned a limit, all to make way for the Son of Destiny.
I refused to pave the way for someone else. I fought and seized treasures, painstakingly breaking through until I defied heaven and shattered the game. But then the Heavenly Dao relentlessly turned against me: my cultivation slowed, my Dao heart was wounded, and I lost every friend I had. The once-celebrated genius was reduced to a discarded pawn.
I rely neither on the Heavenly Dao nor on anyone else. I forge ahead through the path of the physical body, fighting my way from discarded pawn to the peak of the Great Emperor realm, all for the sake of one declaration: “My fate is mine to decide, not heaven’s!”
Age confusion, AI text
There are too many words and few typos, and the content before and after some chapters is confusing.
Very old style, poor writing style.
Can you be more serious when writing? The protagonist is 13 years old sometimes and 16 years old sometimes.