Jiuque Wuchen

The dark night is like ink, and the stars fall into the ruins of Xuanwu Hall. Nine bronze coffins were broken out of the earth, and each coffin contained a trace of the soul that had not been dispersed. Liang Wuchen, a prince whose identity was stripped away by fate, awakened in the tempering of blood and fire. His pupils were split into nine layers, each reflecting a different death and rebirth. The magnet array at the bottom of the ice lake rotates quietly, intertwining the regicide conspiracy three hundred years ago with the current revenge. Cuixiu's birthmark, Li Zhong's golden ring, Murong Yan's sword bone, each artifact is a key to solving the mystery and a shackle to imprison the soul. When the memories of the ninth life poured in like a tide, Liang Wuchen found that he was both a player and a player in the game. The blood oath of the Night Owl Guard burned in the star map, and the chains of the bronze coffin were broken one by one. In the depths of Jiuzhong's pupils, the truth is spitting out like a poisonous snake: Is he a sharp blade that cuts off fate, or is he a container for Emperor Liang Wu's rebirth? When Xuanwu weeps and the star paths coincide, this game spanning three hundred years will finally usher in the final move. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.