Cultivating Immortality with the Fate of a Mayfly

Fate: [Mayfly], born at dawn, dead by dusk; a mayfly trying to topple a tree.

The world laughs at me for cultivating immortality like a moth flying into a flame, a mayfly trying to topple a tree.

They don’t know that a [Book of Fate Without Words] floats in my sea of consciousness. It can peer into the roots of every being’s fate, and even... let me edit my own endlessly.

So:

Lurking in the mud, I become a [Loach].

Leaping alone through the frigid abyss, I become a [Blue Carp].

Seizing the moon and transforming, I become a [Frost Chi].

Shedding every old bone, I become a [White Flood Dragon].

Until the day the heavenly tribulation poured down like a waterfall, and immortals and Buddhas gazed from the clouds to proclaim the final decree of fate.

Shen Jin smiled calmly and opened the final page, already written in the Book of Fate.

“Today, I’ll attain the Dao with this [True Dragon Fate].”

Ahem, Chu Xianzi hits hard, but Lu Xianzi deals high damage!