Jiuzhongtianque

There are always nights when the bronze ring is so hot that it seems to melt into the bone marrow. Chu Ye huddled in the corner of the woodshed, counting the blood drops he coughed up - three hundred and seven, two less than last night. The progress was ridiculously small, but he knew: pain has a price, and God is taking it on credit. The young genius who was once amazingly talented is now a useless person that even a handyman can trample under his feet. Only the junior sister who always lingers under the moon could see clearly: Every time he knelt down, the golden light in his eyes grew brighter; With every humiliation he endured, the aura flowing between his fingers got closer and closer to... Something that made even the ancient weapon spirits tremble. Tianque Palace does not need saints. What it wants is a lunatic who can carve the word "waste" on the faces of gods and Buddhas. When the blood moon rises in the sky, the moment when the bronze ring and the jade pendant finally collide—— Only then did Chu Ye understand that this revenge that spanned three hundred years had He had won from the day he was deposed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.