"A person with mediocre bones will remain an ant forever?"
In front of the cliff in the snowy field, Emperor Fengdu drew a sacrificial formation with crane-top red liquor: "Those who practice this art will be punished by heaven and die before the age of thirty." Ling Luotian dripped his heart blood into the formation's eyes and let the red veins of embers burn through the frozen soil - since the heavens could not tolerate the legacy of the Wu clan, he used this calamity fire to burn through the lies suppressed by the three heavenly monuments.
Under the bright lights of Zixiao City, he caressed the souls of the Jinyi Guards who had awakened in the charred ancient sword, and chuckled at the old god of Guixu behind the huge bronze door: "Let's see how my mediocre bones will burn away your deception of heaven!"
