Across the Myriad Worlds, fate flows like a river. Countless beings stand in its torrent and go with the current, helpless to control their own lives, for all things are ordained by Heaven.
Only one man stood alone against it, struggling upstream by himself, breaking free of his ancient destiny and blazing a trail where none had gone before.
Countless years later, he stood above the gods, the cold glint of his sword in hand and a pot of fine wine, still warm, at his waist. With smiling eyes, he gazed upon all things in the world. His hearty laughter still echoed at the summit of the Myriad Worlds.
"From this day on, no one's life in this world will be as insignificant as an ant's!"
I am the separator
Since you're here, take a look. It won't cost you a thing~
