The ancient calamity was no end, but a cage carefully woven by the Heavenly Dao. On the night his sect fell, Chu Zhaonan, a medicine servant bearing the forbidden bloodline of the Wu Clan, clutched a bloodstained star chart and glimpsed the most horrifying truth of this world:
The Fate Stars hanging in the Nine Heavens were hooks with which the gods harvested all living beings. The tribulations cultivators endured were merely bite marks left by the Heavenly Dao as it digested its nourishment. And the "Godslayer Register," fought over by the Three Realms, was the inscription on his own tombstone from a previous life.
When the Nine Luminaries Star Chart devoured its eighth Fate Star, the Dao Seed nurtured in the bronze medicine basket suddenly erupted, piercing the right eye in which he had awakened the power of an Ancestral Wu. Su Li's hair, wound around his natal flying sword, became a curse chain that locked down his Nascent Soul. Even his master's remains, which he had personally buried three years earlier, swung a sword that could slay an immortal at him from the depths of the Guixu.
In this deception spanning 120,000 years, the shattered stars were coordinates of his altered memories, his beloved was the fuse that would restart the calamity, and the youth who crawled out of a sea of blood to seek revenge was the perfect vessel the Heavenly Dao had prepared for itself.
"The path to immortality you worship is nothing more than a trough to feed me."
These blood-red words appeared on the final page of the "Godslayer Register," reflecting the world-ending Dao patterns taking shape between Chu Zhaonan's brows.
