Had he not suffered enough in this world already?
The moment he first awoke, he had found himself in a Demon Cave, his life hanging by a thread. Even with his power of Tribulation Divination, even after relying on his golden finger to strengthen his three lights and forcibly uncover the true secret of the Flying Earthworm Cave, becoming the one who seized another's destiny—
What had it amounted to in the end? His flesh had been utterly destroyed, leaving only his three lights to carry his Yang Vessel in a desperate escape, straight into Black Mountain. Who could have imagined that Black Mountain was another enormous pitfall? He had finally struggled free, only to fall squarely into Jia Hua's scheme.
He had thought he could put on a fine show with Jia Hua, trading moves and schemes before turning the tables and killing him. How satisfying that would have been. Instead, no sooner had he left the "starter village" than he ran headlong into a Wisdom King.
More absurd still, even now he had not worked out why that false body of his had been mistaken by the Wisdom King for a Wisdom Consort.
After another round of Tribulation Divination, he had thought he could surely live in peace for a while. Yet in the blink of an eye, the schemes of the Yang Family and the Ning Family had descended upon him, blotting out the sky.
The Fei Household, Flying Light, Huici, the Porcelain Womb Blessed Land, Three Nothing, Quan Yong, the Great Zhi Pivot... Through all his stumbling steps along this road, which of them had not been a lesson written in blood?
Li Fuchan had long since lost count of how many times he had crawled out of certain death.
He did not consider himself some