There Is No Way to Win the Throne

Called immortal? Is it the mist of walking on the clouds and reaching the sky, picking at the stars and holding the moon? What is martial arts? Is it a majestic force that punches open the gates of heaven and swallows mountains and rivers? What does it mean to be ordinary? It's just a mediocrity trapped in fireworks, ups and downs depending on the sky. In this vast world, the road seems to be destined, and the fate has been planned for a long time, but there are always people who are not willing to accept the end point drawn by fate - with cultivation as the root and blood as the bone, they want to find a path that goes against the sky, overturn the established chess game, and ask all things in the world that "my destiny is up to me and not up to God." Zhang Xiaochen was born to be a rebel who could not be tolerated by heaven and earth. He stood up from the humble world, stepped on thorns all over the road, died, and had his bones broken, but he never lowered his stubborn head. Along the way, he broke into secret realms, fought against the Nine Heavens, and broke the shackles. He wanted to fight his way out of the mortal world and earn freedom under the power of God. Looking up, the stars are vast and the universe is macroscopic. This world is waiting for him to break into. His growth begins from this moment, waiting for you and me to witness it together.