Borrow the Way from the Heavens

When he was fourteen years old, Zhou Ping saw the immortal Yu Kong for the first time. The sword in the sky shone through the mountains, and on the ground my father was taking the family's only cow to sell. At that moment, he did not understand immortality. He only felt that if a person could live like this once, his life would not be in vain. But what he measured was the five spiritual roots that were the slowest and most resource-consuming. There is no destiny, and there is no answer hidden in the blood. Zhou Ping started from the spiritual field and the old formation, and after repeated failures in breaking through the realm, he learned to fly, learn to say goodbye, and also learned to admit his fear, jealousy and unwillingness. He had thought that the fairy road only went upwards. Later I learned that the sect would be destroyed, relatives would grow old, and the world would drift in the void. Those who are reborn remember the future wrong, those who have traveled through time cannot forget their hometown, and the system writes all living beings into tasks; what the heavens compete for is never just immortality, but also who decides who should pay the price for others. And he met a girl who could show the way to everyone, but could not find his own place. Zhou Ping is not the son of destiny. He is just an ordinary person who is afraid of death, has a tough mouth, and occasionally talks bad things. But when the road to all realms is cut off, someone has to turn around and pick it up inch by inch. He walked this road from the field to the heavens for seven hundred years.