Peng Le, a young man at the bottom of Fallen Star City, picked up a black fragment from a mass grave when he was eight years old.
For eight years, that thing only cooled but did not shine. He used it as a talisman, carrying it close to his body, and continued to carry sacks for the escort agency, being detained, and snatching half a bun from wild dogs.
Until that night, a casual cultivator strangled him by the neck.
The remaining pieces were burned.
——Reflecting the flow of aura around Sanxiu's body, reflecting the flaw of an old injury under his left rib.
The moment the rusty knife penetrated, Peng Le realized: There are no opportunities from heaven in this world, only the way to survive in exchange for one's life.
Mortals and immortal cultivators are separated by a thin line of thought.
He doesn't believe in fate or heaven, he only believes in change.
"Mortal Star" - the body of a mortal, the bones of the stars.
