Destiny Blows with the Wind

I once thought that I was born to follow my destiny. When a gust of wind blew up, I bowed to the Immortal Gate and embarked on the road - they said this was destiny. Another gust of wind came, and at the time of life and death, I fell into a demonic barrier - they said this was also destiny. It wasn't until I stood on the top of the sky and looked down at all living things that I suddenly realized that all my joys and sorrows in this life were driven by this "wind". If this is destiny... Then I will tear up the sky, extinguish the stars, and ask the man behind the scenes: Who is destiny now?