Deep in the wild swamp, Han Qizhi, a sin-blooded young man, had his right eye gouged out and was living among the bone-picking tribe. At the "Wuluo Skin Sloughing Festival" held every sixty years, he glimpsed the stars hidden in the spine of the statue - they were actually shackles forged by thousands of souls in the earth's veins! After swallowing the ferocious sand excavated from the Bone Burial Cliff, his right eye turned into a beating red crystal. While running for his life, the star-patterned bone palms protruding from the bronze coffin, the tattoo of the dangerous place that my sister left when she was burned, and the blood jade hexagram coughed up by the master before his death, all reveal the bloody truth: the so-called gods are just "thieves of heaven" who imprison all living beings.
From the ant who secretly learned the "Cang Gui Fu Tu Jue" to the counter-cultivator in charge of the Yingzhuo Burning Heaven Halberd, Han Qizhi stepped on the phosphorus fire of the Bone Picking Cliff and carved a bloody path in the twenty-eight-star killing bureau. When the last Chensu chain was cut off, what sounded in the depths of the Nine Netherworld was not the bell of freedom—those "divine sloughs" that had been cut off were forming a giant eye that covered the stars...
