When Lin Mo devoured the fortunes of Wall Street and awakened to the fortune-devouring hexagrams, when the tomb of King Wen of the Western Zhou Dynasty was revealed under his ancestral home, and when ninety-nine oracle-bone bronze pillars rose from the frozen soil of Siberia - he was shocked to realize that the so-called "Great Luck Man" was just a god-killing weapon nourished by the flesh and blood of three hundred generations of legitimate sons of the witch clan.
This civilization selection spanning three thousand years has finally ushered in the last crape myrtle container:
——Are you willing to make a nine-cauldron blood sacrifice to fulfill your mother's great cause?
——Or burn all the dragon veins in the Qinling Mountains and rewrite human genes?
——Or swallow up the ruins of ancient civilizations around the world and become the bronze god of the new era?
