Fishing the Myriad Heavens - Chapter 1: Rustling of the Northern Wind

Qin Zhaoyue, a hundred-year-old Soul cultivator and famous artifact refiner, dies and transmigrates into a body of 16-year-old Xi Zhaoyue, who was killed on her wedding day.

The unlucky previous owner of the body was an illegitimate daughter of an influential family and was forced to live her whole life in the orphanage. However, at the age of 16, her Guide glands were awakened and as fate willed it, Xi Zhaoyue happened to have the highest compatibility with the youngest, bravest, most handsome Major General of the Empire, a dream husband of the whole Outer Space! Finally, a loving family she so longed for was within her reach… Yet, at the wedding ceremony, her Mental sea was invaded and she died.

Once Zhaoyue figured out the situation she landed herself in, she vowed: she wouldn’t be a proud and self-respecting cultivator, if she didn’t strive for independence, for the right to live the life freely! Cultivate, refine, get stronger! Become your own person!

- Description from Novelupdates

One of the four greatest braggarts in the web novel circle, Zhang Xuan, has entered the 【Source World】, a higher dimensional plane even above the Empyrean. With the complete version of the Library of Heaven’s Path that encompasses the capacities of the 【Heavens’ Imperfections】, 【Heavens’ Order】, and 【Heavens’ Nature】, he embarks on an adventure — showcasing his might — across the world! Searching for Fate, Resigning Oneself to Fate, Knowing One’s Fate, Commanding Fate... While all of you are still cultivating your fate, seeking fate, or borrowing fate, I, Zhang Xuan, already possess the ’Eternal Fate of the Heavens’!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

"I hope my wife liked the arrangements... for the wedding night."