On the Tianxuan Continent, fate is a cage, and all living beings are prisoners.
Some are born as chosen ones, with all bowing before them and their glory shining through the ages.
Others have all their fortune stolen from them, their cultivation destroyed, and become objects of ridicule.
Lin Ziye belonged to the latter.
Until the night he leaped into the Burial Night Abyss.
When he awoke, a black marking had appeared in his palm. From then on, he no longer practiced Qi cultivation. He cultivated the night.
Others cultivate by following Heaven's will. He cultivates by defying fate to survive.
Fate called him dust.
So he would make this eternal night know no dawn.
"My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's. If Heaven forbids it, then I will defy Heaven."
