Destiny Has Sentenced Me to Death, but I Insist on Ascending to Heaven

He was born with broken fingers, riddled with various diseases, and with incomplete spiritual veins. On the day Tian Zihao was born, the sky collapsed, and the priest of the tribe only gave him four words: This guy deserves to die. He's not dead. He got seriously ill when he was three years old, but he didn't die. He fell off a cliff at the age of seven and survived. His whole family was wiped out at the age of twelve, but he was lucky to survive. Everyone said that this was a remnant soul left behind by destiny, and living would only bring disaster. Until he picked up a cracked black ring among the corpses. The remaining soul in the ring sneered and asked him: "Young man, do you want to change your destiny against the will of heaven?" Tian Zihao raised his incomplete hand and held the ring firmly. "No." "I want Tianming to change his mind." From the mass grave to the outer door servant, from the ruined body to the forbidden thunder pattern. Others practice immortality in order to seek immortality. When he cultivates immortality, he wants to climb up step by step and ask the sky with his own hands—— Who was it that sentenced me to death?