Picking up the Light in Troubled Times

Immortals, Buddhas and demons are ruthless degenerates on the high platform, chopping the troubled world into a hell-like existence! I am a remnant who was abandoned by the immortal sect, and my life is full of dangers and lucks. Just as I avoided the aftermath of the fight between immortals and gods, I bumped into a wild dog eating rotten meat in an abandoned town. I could vaguely see five or six mosquitoes flying on top of the piece of meat! They say there is no fate in troubled times, but I insist on holding on to this bit of luck: the broken sword can block the fallen immortals. Even if the four seasons of each year are long and difficult, I still feel that I have to survive, even if it means restraining myself and disturbing the outside world! I picked up a piece of this faint light in the chaos with my left hand and held it tightly with my right hand.