Fortune Writer

He crawled out from the deepest part of the black iron mine pit and saw the sun for the first time in fourteen years. Not for cultivating immortality, not for immortality—— Just want to live and see the sun. From mine slaves to warriors, from mortals to monks, from immortals to gods, from the Lord of Laws to the Hongmeng Supreme—— It took Lu Chen a hundred thousand years to climb from dust to the top of the world. Then he discovered that the so-called Wanjie was just a story written by someone. The person who wrote the story has a face exactly like his. "Your 'resistance' is also part of the plot." The incarnation of Heaven sneered. Lu Chen clenched his sword tightly. If everything is written, then he has to be the one who writes the story. The cold swordsman Su Nianqing has been waiting for him for a hundred thousand years: "If you become a demon, I will accompany you to hell." The charming saint Ye Wuhuan was so moved by him: "In the next life, your name will be Lu Huan. At least it sounds like... You and I are a couple." The arrogant prince Chu Kuangge gave him a last ride: "I have been competing with you all my life. For the last time... I give you a ride." From the mundane world to Lingxiao, from the true immortal to the desolate world, from Taixu to Hongmeng—— Above Hongmeng, there is narrative. Beyond narrative, there is also observation. Above the observation is Guixu. "My name is Lu Chen. Lu from the mainland, silent Shen. Now, it's your turn. Go ahead and create your own world. Because you... Are also going to ruins. " This is a period of one hundred thousand years from a mine slave to the master of all realms. This is a story about destiny, freedom, love and imagination.