When Xing Tian's headless corpse was wrapped in the stardust of "The River Picture" and crashed into New York, the sticky bronze embryo had already built a nest in the crown of the Statue of Liberty.
The black hole in the right eye of the exile Yaohen swallows his mother's dying curse, and the judge's pen of the defector Youchan records nine hundred parricide reincarnations.
The blood amber on the chests of Sin-Burner's Jin Tong burned with the fire of civilization - they didn't know that they were the "living instruments of torture" spread by higher civilizations.
Bronze amniotic fluid spurts out from the Eight Jue Lands fiercely, and the divine battle between the seven great forces is nothing more than the pain of uterine contractions.
The epics engraved in the Forest of Steles of the Past and the lamentations recorded by the Last Echo were all reduced to the ingredients list of the cultural vaccine under the quality inspection code of the Starry Vault Palace.
And the newly born antibody embryo is opening its compound eyes in the core of the earth:
"Mother, your umbilical cord is so delicious."
