At the end of the day, a celestial arc wasn't a simple label of the lucky chosen one. Instead, it was an enhanced trouble magnet!0

An Jing sighed. He had sensed that fate operated in mysteriously proactive ways around him. His luck was by no means bad, but he seemed to experience lots of obstacles. If this was the result of the Seven Ruins Arc, then it really did live up to its name.0

He didn't really have any thoughts about being the bearer of a celestial arc. Having a strong lifearc did mean being more talented, something which he was happy about, but he didn't feel like making a big deal out of it or growing too proud because of it.0

There were some things that he would do all the same whether he had a fancy lifearc or not. He did things because he wanted to. Even if his lifearc pushed him in a certain direction, it was already something he would have done himself. His core principle could be summed up as: the heavens merely write the story, it's the mortals who act it out.0

It was midday and the sky was scorchingly bright. Though the sun of Skysource...0