Heaven is the chessboard, and all living beings are the pieces. Shen Du was born without spiritual roots, but he had a pair of eyes that could clearly see the lines of the avenue.
Others rely on chance, inheritance, and destiny. He only has a calm to cold heart and the brainpower to make countless deductions.
When the lightning strikes, others use their bodies to resist, he uses formations to dismantle them; when the secret realm opens, others compete for the treasure, he backhands to set up a series of killings.
"No golden finger? I am my own golden finger."
When the gods looked down at the ants, Shen Du was already in the corner of the chessboard, quietly dropping a piece in this game, which was called Prisoner of Heaven.
