In the Xuanhuang Realm, everything is shackles, but I am alone.
A piece of rebar breaks open the waste soil;
A pair of flip-flops can go through desperate situations;
A broken three-wheeled vehicle passed through the heavens.
Others relied on cultivation to achieve breakthroughs, but I relied on three rounds of hard work to break through.
Don't worship heaven, don't ask about the way forward, everywhere the wheels run over is the road to life.
When Po Sanlun crosses the border, the Xuntian Division also has to give way.
