Guixu Has a Son

The old gods of the mountains and seas have gone into hiding, and the gods of heaven hang high. All races have a place to go, but my race's path is unclear. Heaven is above and Hongjun is in charge. All races in the ancient world have their own destiny, but the human race has no way to rely on. I don't know where human cultivation started, and no one has broken through to the holy realm. Lu Ziyuan, an orphan from the fishing village near Guixu, did not have Qi entering his body until he was fifteen years old. No bloodline, no inheritance, no destiny. There is only a fragment of colorful stone in hand. From the desperate situation of a mortal, Lu Ziyuan embarked on a path that no one has ever walked before: without the blessing of heaven, without asking for mercy from gods and gods, he used his mortal body to deduce an independent path for himself and the human race. There is no way in heaven, so I will cultivate it myself.