On the night of the blood moon, three thousand sapphire steps turned into a man-eating whirlpool.
Outer disciple Chu Zhao climbed the three thousand jade steps leading to Zhenjie Peak during the thousand-year trial of Tianque Sect. When Xianwen on the 730th level woke up, he saw with his own eyes black blood oozing out of the ten-foot-tall boundary monument - the twelve pillars that maintained the Jiuxiao Continent were screaming in doom.
The young man who fell into the ancient battlefield pulled out the breathing sword from the scorched earth filled with bronze weapons. The Sword Ridge Star Map reflects the starry sky that does not belong to this era. The Blood Ganoderma blooming in the palm of the Broken Sword Giant's corpse actually triggered the forbidden witch bloodline in his body.
This is the best of times,
The bronze sword swallowed up the power of Greedy Wolf Star, and the mark of time gave him a glimpse of life and death after three breaths;
This is the worst of times,
The bone-eating black insects in the golden blood stir every full moon, and the same sacrificial song as the remnant soul of Jiuli comes from the depths of Zhenjie Peak.
When Yinghuo Xing opened his vertical pupils, the seventy-two suspended islands began to fall. Chu Zhao finally understood the hexagram spelled out when the jade tablet was broken: the so-called twelve heavenly pillars that protect all living beings are just coffins for imprisoning ancient gods. And the dragon-shaped mark wandering in the palm of your hand is the last key to open the coffin...
