Why Heaven Would Destroy a Person, It Must First Throw Them into Chaos

Why had things turned out like this?

Amid his rapid, ragged breaths, Mo Mo struggled to inhale again. Yet the movement caused by that breath brought terrifying pain from his pierced lung, so intense that he almost wanted to pass out.

Compared to the grievous injuries covering his body, his clothes, already soaked through with sweat, clearly amounted to nothing.

His loose bangs hung before Mo Mo's eyes, but they did not shield the enemies before him—not that they had been enemies a few days ago. Some of the better ones among them had even warmly addressed him as "fellow disciple" and "brother."

But now... they faced each other in a battle to the death.

When he had descended the mountain, his master had warned him that this world was far from as peaceful as it appeared. He had not scoffed at the warning. Instead, he had followed his master's teachings and proceeded cautiously at every step. Yet the scenes he had witnessed at Lu Family Village by the sea had shown him the evil within human nature.

He had become even more cautious, treading as carefully as if walking on thin ice, afraid that one careless step would send him into eternal ruin and make him forget his Original Heart.

In his view, the immortal path was ethereal. Without a heart that could withstand countless tribulations, how could one touch the carefree realm beyond the mortal world?

Proving the Dao with Strength?

One Strength Subdues Ten Skills?

As long as my cultivation is profound enough, I can shatter even the heavens?

If one does not defy Heaven, how can one become an immortal?

To Mo Mo, such arguments were nothing more than ideas that cultivators of old had imagined while cultivating themselves into madness. Survival of the Fittest might