The Wounds of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity

Time and space were once formless, and even heaven was no paradise. We lament that life is too short and pity the insatiable depths of human desire. The body may transmigrate, but the cycle of fate remains unchanged.

Rising up on a fantasy planet, he is, at best, a puppet on strings. Falling into the real world, you become no more than a speck of dust. Let me take you to transmigrate into another world five hundred years in the future. Perhaps then you can grasp the true meaning of life!