What is destiny?
Su Chengyu always considered himself someone who never believed in fate, whether before he achieved enlightenment and experienced the warmth and coldness of human life, or after he embarked on the path of cultivation.
Su Chengyu always thought that everything in this world should be within our own control.
Not until now, as scenes from the past flowed past him like fleeting white steeds.
Behind those things that seemed to be under his control, there appeared a tiny red thread.
The blood-colored threads intertwined with one another, akin to controlling marionettes, manipulating every person to do what they believed was their own choice.
Su Chengyu instinctively looked up towards the end of these red threads, yet his gaze could not reach the ultimate end of the threads.
Suddenly, an intense piercing pain came from his eyes, and Su Chengyu instinctively turned his head, trying to avert his gaze, but a voice — his own voice — suddenly echoed in his mind.
