He died in the modern world alone, exhausted, and forgotten.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange land where people flew on swords, cultivated immortal energy, and spoke of heavens and karma.
He was reborn into a cultivation world.
He had no background, no master, and no knowledge of this realm.
What he did have… was a strange pair of eyes, the Eyes of Providence.
They let him see the fate threads of others:
-Golden lines for good luck.
-Black lines for doom.
-And silver strands that intertwined and shifted representing destiny yet to be decided.

With little strength and no place to go, he opened a small roadside stall to survive:
“Fortune-telling One Copper per Divination.”
At first, it was just a way to earn enough for food.
But his predictions were always right.
Soon, cultivators, nobles, and even immortals sought him out and the man who once only saw fate… began to change it.
As his Qi cultivation strengthened his body and his Eyes of Providence deepened his connection to destiny, Heaven itself began to take notice.
Because no mortal was ever meant to see fate let alone rewrite it.
He only wanted to survive.
Now, every word he speaks can alter Heaven’s will.

The Fortune-Teller of Providence