After the ninth heavenly thunderbolt struck, he thought he would ascend to immortality.
Instead, he took one step into the northern frontier and discovered that his name had long been written in the Fate Register at the Grand Historian’s Observatory: destined to die.
In his first two lives, he died beneath the tribulation lightning.
In his first life, he sought the Heavenly Dao at Penglai and was struck down by lightning.
In his second life, he lived as a hunter in the northern frontier and was blasted to pieces by a stray bolt.
This time, he finally learned the truth: ascension was a lie. The tribulation was no test, but a shackle. The one above wanted a life that would obey.
“You want me to ascend.”
“After you ascend, you’ll keep silent for all eternity.”
“Not a chance.”
Bearing the scars of three lifetimes of lightning and Dao wounds across half his body, he had reached the end of the northern frontier with only one life left. He would push the heavens aside and see this through to the end.
