I used to think that death was the most terrifying thing. The night I was thrown into the forbidden area after my cultivation was abolished, I lay on the cold stone, counting my breaths, waiting for the last trace of my life span to run out. My only thought at that time was: I don't want to die, I want to live. When the life fire appeared, I thought it was an illusion, a dream before death. It burned into my blood, burned away the waste roots, and burned out a brand new me. From that moment on, I was no longer the good-for-nothing Luo Wan at the outer gate of Tianshou Palace. I was the one chosen by fire. But Huo didn't tell me how much this life would cost. Everyone is trying to grab me. The Tianshou Palace wants my life fire to feed Gui Xu, the Wanshou Immortal Alliance wants my life fire to refine life-extending pills, and the Rogue Cultivator Alliance wants my life fire to be used as cannon fodder. All they saw was fire, never me. But I still want to live, even if I live like a dog, at least I can still breathe. But then I saw the cry in the longevity pearl, I saw the child whose longevity was extracted until he only had one month left, and I saw the way of heaven healing where the life fire had burned. I suddenly understood that my life was not in vain. Life Fire chose me, not because I am strong, but because I am weak, weak enough to know what it means not to want to die. So I want to live, but no longer just for myself. I want those who are trying to grab the fire of life to know that the fire of life is not a tool, but the final dignity of heaven. I can't save everyone, but at least before I fall, I want to see one more child call me "Brother Luo Wan" with a smile. In that case, my life will be worth it.
Good-looking, super good-looking