Snow has fallen on the top of Kunlun Mountain for three thousand years, and no one knows how the snow leopard with its tail cut off in search of enlightenment climbed up the stairs to heaven.
He is the sharpest sword of Yuanshi Tianzun and the only demon among the candidates for the Twelve Golden Immortals. When Taiyi Zhenren was drunk and lying on the cloud bed, Shen Gongbao was cutting open the dragon's belly to get the spiritual pearl; when Nezha shouted "I can't help my fate", he had already torn open the list of gods to try to save the demon clan in the three realms.
"They say prejudice is an immovable mountain?" Taoist Xuanyi stood outside the shattered thirty-third heaven, holding the blood-stained list of gods with his god-killing spear, "Then I will split the mountain into a road and burn the sky into a bridge!"
From the young leopard who cut off his tail in the snowy plains of the far north to seek enlightenment, to the demon immortal who stained the Lingxiao Palace with the blood of the Saint Killer, Shen Gongbao spent seven thousand years setting up a chess game that defies the heavens. The exchange of spirit beads is the key to the game, the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas is the pawn, and Nezha's magic pill is the fuse - and what he wants to blow through is the wall called "bloodline" built by the entire Three Realms.
When the lotus platform at the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals ignited the blue demonic fire, those immortal gods who laughed at him with his fur and horns finally saw clearly:
Where the sky collapsed, there stood a figure who refused to bow his head.
