[Heaven and earth are cocoons, all living things are silkworms, I will burn this thread with calamity fire]
Forty-eight thousand years into the wilderness, nine mysterious coffins descended from the Siming Hall of the Divine Courtyard, and nine "divine prophets" were born in the coffins. Everyone in the world said that these were the sons of the calamity. But no one knew that curled up in the ninth coffin was a cancer patient from the 21st century.
His name is Lu Zhao, and his left wrist is wrapped with a three-inch translucent "thread of life" - this is the strange ability brought about by time travel, and he can see the threads of fate of all living beings entangled with the way of heaven. When he discovered that the so-called immortal cultivators were just life-thread puppets raised by the gods, the current imperial master was actually a swordsman who should have ascended eight hundred years ago, and his childhood sweetheart, the blind musical instrument player, was weaving a net covering the three realms with heavenly silk...
"You said that I am destined to commit the evil star?" Lu Zhao broke the natal sword and poured out the sky-burning karma fire from the seven orifices: "You know that in another world, we call this the Pareto optimal solution." Behind him, the Nine Netherworld's Yellow Spring reversed into a star track, and the saints of the three religions turned into hexagrams. The old enemy who claimed to have figured out all the secrets of heaven was covered in blood, but he laughed maniacally: "Finally someone dared to kill the god."
