The Lord of Cause and Effect

Heaven weaves a net and all living beings become fish. The moment everyone is born, their fate is determined - when they will get an opportunity, when they will suffer death, when they will become a dragon, and when they will become an insect. Lin Yuan is an exception. He is the lowest level sword washer in the Xuantian Sect. He is born lifeless, rootless and boneless. Even a watchdog can step on him. Until that day, the outer disciple kicked over his pile of swords and cursed him as "trash". [Malicious fluctuations detected, causal plunder activated] Lin Yuan suddenly saw a green thread wrapped around the man's body. Three days later, in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, there was a century-old blood ginseng. He cut off his beard in advance, swallowed it in one gulp, and practiced Qi on the spot. At that moment he understood: The sharpest knife in the world is not a flying sword, but other people's lives. The fattest sheep in the world is not a monster, but a son of destiny. Are you arrogant? Are you domineering? Do you treat me like an ant? Okay, hate me a little deeper. I can clearly see the opportunity in you. I accept the future destined by you. The sword tomb inheritance of Qian Long List Tianjiao? Mine. The destiny of the emperor of the world? Mine. The Heavenly Throne of the Jade Emperor in the Immortal Realm? Still mine. From a handyman by the sword washing pool to the master of all realms in charge of billions of causes and effects. Where Lin Yuan walked, the Sons of Destiny collectively broke through the defenses, and the Tiandao loom started to smoke on the spot. "Don't blame me for taking your lives." "If you want to blame it, blame it on Heaven for raising you... Too fat."