Immortal paths are everywhere, and the ten gods are supreme.
The human world is a mixture of humans and demons, and it is difficult to make a living. Although they are blessed by the immortal family, it is not uncommon for mortals to practice immortality.
As a human being, I have a mortal body, but there is a statue of a god in my heart, which makes me dare not think about it. I am afraid of her glory and prestige.
I was afraid that when I was exhausted day after day, she would curse me for wasting my time and doing nothing; I was afraid that she would see me looking weak and weak.
During the ten Mid-Autumn Festivals, I only remember the one when the holy light shone brightly. From then on, the full moon hung high in the sky, just as a warning: Don't be inactive, don't live on.
Over the past ten years, I have been selected by many immortal sects and no one has failed me. I only know how to cultivate immortality, enter the immortal sect, and kneel before the gods.
Kneel down to the God, and face the cold autumn.
Yuqiuhan has been my belief for almost twenty-eight years.
Once the situation changes, the Immortal family is in ruins, the world is in hell, and the faith disappears in a blink of an eye.
"I don't want to worry about old grudges, I only want you."
"The chess table of fate put us on opposite sides, so I had no choice but to ruin the game."
From everyone's perspective, we have no way to make any other choice than that choice.
Despite this, who has the courage to forgive?
I hate so-called fate, but I am inevitably involved in it and inevitably obey it.
A lifetime of time should not be wasted by hatred.
Starting today, I don't want the splendor and prestige of Xianfeng Daogu, I just want to find her.
Intention: The shackles of fate must be broken with both hands.