The bloody wedding ring is devouring the countdown, and Lin Qi's genetic image is sleeping in the ice coffin.
When the wheel of cause and effect in the mechanical Buddhist kingdom rotates, the prophecy of the Book of Songs emerges from the bronze oracle bones in the sea of entropy——
She is the last fire planted by the twenty-four solar terms, and she is also the tombstone of civilization that has been fed by predators for thousands of years.
**"Kill me and you will become the "Historical Records" of the new universe."**
**"Kiss me, and three thousand Arhats from the Buddhist Kingdom will immediately slaughter stars for you."**
Gu Zhao's white hair was entangled in the moonlight of Chang'an City, and the sea of entropy surged behind him, swallowing up the last drop of Buddha's blood from the twelve golden men.
