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A bare pen writes about the sky, and half a bowl of turbid wine is offered to the world. When Lin Mo, a casual cultivator, gnawed on a chicken leg and scrawled the word "Mountain" under the fatwa order, the three thousand years of iron law in the world of cultivation suddenly collapsed. No one knows that this foodie who is greedy for life and afraid of death is using longevity as ink to tamper with the laws of heaven and earth - the cinnabar mole of the goddess attendant is an ancient forbidden curse, the merit seal of the sect's holy son is the mark of blood sacrifice, and even the thunder tribulation of heaven has become the ink mark dripping from the tip of his pen. Are all people pawns? With his heart and blood, he wildly grassed in the void, and the nine-level sky cracked with scarlet lines, and then the chessboard was overturned! When the blood of loved ones dyes all things red, the lone wolf finally becomes the evil master, holding up the collapsed world with his spine. The most ruthless chess game in the world of cultivation is to use one's own soul as a weapon. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.