He was once a puppet created in one stroke, living and cultivating for that person in heaven. It should be heartless and ruthless, climbing up level by level according to the set path, until the success is achieved and everything disappears.
But when he landed in the mortal world, he happened to meet her.
She gave him a name, gave him his body temperature, and gave him three years of decent human life. Later, a crack opened in the sky, and the hand that painted him reached down and pulled him back on track. From then on, he ascended the path of immortality, overcame heavenly tribulations, and climbed higher and higher, while she fell into reincarnation after reincarnation, living and dying in countless time and space.
They were getting closer—and farther away.
The longer he practices immortality, the more he discovers a chilling truth: the closer he gets to her, the closer he gets to the person who drew him. And that person is waiting for him to hand over everything he has from across the chessboard.
He didn't want to leave anymore.
But the road has already been drawn.
I'm just the person in the painting. But the life of the person in the painting is also fate.
Purpose: A thousand years of cultivating immortality just to seek one person