Jiang Shui was the benevolent corpse of the King of Destruction, once possessing the Fourth Step cultivation; now he has fallen to become Manzhi, with only the Nine Epochs Dao Practice remaining.
The reasons for this can't be explained in just a few words.
The history in the mural flows slowly, like a long river rolling eastward.
Walking amidst the waves of history, even Jiang Shui seems tiny like a fish, drifting with the current, unable to control his own fate.
Once there was someone who experienced the eight sufferings of the mortal world, attained benevolent results, yet left behind endless infamy in all reincarnations.
Once there was someone who founded the Eight Precepts of Reversal and Destruction, carrying himself as a lock, yet couldn't hold back the tiny possibilities slipping through his fingers.
What is the way of Wuneng...
How to comprehend all possibilities of destiny...
How to transcend fate and carve out new possibilities in the impossible...
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