The Script Is in Hand, Ye Fan Follows

As soon as Lin Chen opened his eyes, he returned to the foot of Mount Tai. Pang Bo was shouting next to him, Ye Fan was waving in front, and the Kowloon coffin puller in the distance had not yet arrived. In his last life, he watched his brothers bleed, their beauty wither, and sing an eternal tragedy. In this life, he had the entire "Shading the Sky" script in his mind. From the moment he pulled the coffin in Kowloon to the end of the Immortal Road, he clearly remembered all the pits, all the calamities, and all the damned people. In the ancient forbidden land, he held Ye Fan to prevent Daoji from being damaged. In the secret realm of the Eastern Wasteland, he intercepted an emperor-level opportunity that should have belonged to someone else. On the eve of the dark turmoil, he laid out a killing array in advance and waited for the Supreme to send him off. Some people say that the Ancient Holy Body is destined to be lonely and destined to carry everything alone. Lin Chen smiled: Nonsense, I will carry it with him in this life. The two emperors stood side by side, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands, suppressing the eternal restricted area. From the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin to the gate of the fairyland, I was there every step of the way. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.