The Era of the Heavens

The bloody figure was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair. Her hair squeaked, twisted and fell to the ground, covering the room. The rag doll held the needle and thread and sewed itself, letting out a sweet scream of joy. The threads were flying around and blood was flowing everywhere. The old man at the door stood up with his body hunched over, a grin on his ferocious face. Judge's Pen, Pale Hand, Midnight Mirror, Millennium Bones, Bloody Umbrella, Late Night Alarm Clock... Wu Dao traveled to a world where spiritual energy was revived and eroded by all realms. Demons were rampant and strange things were rampant. Many kings stand on the latitude of time and space, shocking all souls. Among the ancient clans, the shadow of alien gods is gradually spreading. People are deceitful and the world is in chaos, and they will go berserk if they speak clearly. How can a person wander in the rivers and lakes without getting stabbed? If he wants to survive in such a dangerous world, Wu Dao can only step on the corpses of demons and the remains of supernatural gods to climb to the supreme throne and establish his own order and laws. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.