As Zu Ming cautiously navigated through the treacherous cave, his heart pounded with fear and adrenaline. The traps that littered the ground were cunningly hidden, and he knew that any misstep could mean certain death.
However, despite the overwhelming odds against him, Zu Ming managed to avoid each trap with incredible ease.
Zu Ming continued to move forward, his eyes darting from one trap to another. Even as he limped along, he felt an almost supernatural sense of agility and balance. It was as if the heavens were shielding him from harm, guiding his every step and movement.
Zu Ming could hardly believe his luck. Even with his injury, he had managed to escape every trap unscathed. "How is this possible?" he wondered to himself. "I've heard of Cultivators with incredible luck, but this is beyond anything I've ever experienced."
He was certain that if any other Cultivator had been in his place, they would have met with a terrible fate.