Nine Tribulations of the Starry Sky

The Spine of a Poor Scholar Cracked with Star Patterns, I Bury the Firmament with Nine Tribulations

Kneeling through the night in the ancestral hall of Qingshi Town, Ning Yuan pulled a bloodstained bronze jade lock from his grandfather's memorial tablet.

The instant he touched it, rain froze in midair beneath the eaves, and locust leaves hung suspended for half a breath. He glimpsed a flaw in the world.

When the Su family crushed his dignity with a letter breaking off their engagement, and the Blackwind Stronghold's blades pressed to his throat, the youth drew spiritual energy into himself, flooding all twelve levels of his tower.

As his meridians shattered, patterns of starry code emerged along his spine, and his right eye transformed into a deep-blue Star Eye that devoured heavenly tribulations.

"Three thousand years of cultivation in this world are but a fleeting moment in an illusion."

Only then did Ning Yuan finally remember:

The starting point of his ninth thousandth reincarnation was, astonishingly, the number on his incubation pod in the Star Palace laboratory.

When a colossal bronze coffin became a civilization incinerator, and the right eye of his beloved master blazed with crimson crystal light...

Ning Yuan gouged out his Star Eye and set it into the jade lock, while waves of pale-gold blood poured into the data torrent.

"If this false starry sky must be buried, then let my true body burn first!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.