The cold is biting my bones, and when I open my eyes, it's a different world.
Shi Wan traveled into a novel about cultivating immortals and became a nameless outsider outside the plot, without even a spiritual root.
Heaven's way has its trajectory, destiny has its protagonist, and she is someone who shouldn't exist.
The system that appeared out of thin air left only a riddle:
Find things that should be there and return people that should not be there.
There is no one to rely on, no school, no sect, and no cultivation at all.
Others competed for spiritual roots, luck, and worshiped immortals, but in the dust, she quietly developed a pair of eyes that could see through the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Observe the qi, identify the pulse, know the bad luck and good luck, and know the hidden secrets.
Everyone in the world rushes to places with strong spiritual energy, but she is the only one who picks up missed opportunities in corners where no one cares.
She neither fights nor grabs, neither kneels nor looks up, and is so calm that she is almost ruthless.
The immortal gate is vast and the destiny is clear, but it cannot stop her from going against her destiny step by step.
I am a superfluous speck of ink in the world, so I ruin this established world in the name of presumption.
Intention: Don't accept fate, don't follow blindly, and follow your own path of cultivating immortality