'Decades of bitter cultivation... A cultivator's fortune is truly unpredictable...'
Chu Mu sighed softly, unable to hide the complex emotions welling up inside him.
Immortal Dao Cultivation could be summarized in a single word: contend.
To contend with the heavens for one's destiny, to contend with others for opportunities...
To not contend, to not seize what you can—in this Cultivation Immortal Realm, that meant being left behind.
Take his current fortune, for example. Hadn't he risked his life to seize it?
Looking back at the opportunities he had encountered over his years on the Immortal Path, it had always been impossible to tell fortune from disaster, and every one of them had been a desperate struggle against others.
Clearly, he was one of the lucky ones.
Putting everything else aside, the mere existence of Spiritual Radiance had undoubtedly spared him from countless bloody conflicts.
