Thirty Days to Burn the Heavens

The blood was still warm.

In the mirror, ancient clothes were stained with the dirt of another world. The date on my phone counted down an eerie 30 days.

Outside the convenience store where she disappeared, a cultivator's flying sword hovered in the air.

I counted the seconds as I transmigrated.

Twenty-nine days of tenderness shattered beneath bandit blades, turning to bloody foam. The blade honed over thirty days stabbed back from hell into the human world.

The faint glow of quantum runes burned on the last page of my notebook. Behind me, the darkness of the demon's lair churned.

As the rift in Demon Burial Valley swallowed the real sky, I used my blood as an anchor and set both worlds ablaze.

Either burn the heavens to ash,

or fall into the eternal abyss.

The thirty-day countdown to burn the heavens, by the mortal Chen Mo, begins.

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