In the other world, if she hadn't happened to go to the back mountain's medicine garden, her fate would have been the same as her master little Xin 's. When she had struggled to survive, she was surrounded by that coldness. If she hadn't transmigrated and returned, she wouldn't have had the possibility of surviving.
When she had finally gotten rid of the title of a good-for-nothing and cultivated to battle Qi level 9, those nine heavenly lightning bolts had wanted to kill her. And this time, it was clearly a spiritual pool that everyone had dreamed of, but it had brought her a disaster.
Was this fate?
No, so what if it was fate?
I don't accept my fate!
I want to fight the heavens!
Ling Chuxi suddenly stood up and let out a clear whistle. She wanted to fight against her fate. Even if there was only a slim chance, she would not give up.
