When the remnant soul of the ancient sword at the bottom of the cold pool opened its eyes, Liu Yi, a sixteen-year-old Orion boy, didn't know yet that he was touching a taboo that had been buried by heaven for 30,000 years. When the bronze compass reflects the vision of Ziwei Star falling, when the frost moon wheel splits time and space and awakens the mirage dragon Nilian, the silent Tianxing bloodline awakens in the young man's body. What wanders in the meridians is not the true energy, but the chains wrapped around ancient torture instruments; what is held in the palm is not a magic weapon, but a moon wheel that freezes destiny. The Nine Nether Demon Sect wanted to make him into a sword puppet, and the kings of the Star Palace regarded him as a variable, but the mother who always whispered in her dreams was actually the gatekeeper of the divine prison frozen in the cold abyss of the cold moon.
"Every time you cut off a thread of fate, your lifespan will be shortened by ten years." Tianxuan Xingjun cut off the threads of cause and effect all over his body, "But if the star palace is allowed to pollute the destiny, all the people will become sacrifices to the fallen angel on the night of the lunar eclipse three days later."
Liu Yi clenched his right hand with dragon scales and looked at the giant wheel of life that was slowly turning in the nine heavens. It stares at his father's broken fate, locks up his mother's edited memory, and hides the truth about how the first generation of Heavenly Punishers massacred the Dragon Clan. When the Big Dipper turned into a sharp sword that chased him, and when the bronze ring awakened the fighting spirit of Xingtian in his blood, he finally understood that the God-slayer was just a martyr who wielded his sword towards the heavens.
Now that I'm going to the thirty-third heaven, I don't ask for death or immortality. I just want to ask, can this punishment ax in the palm cut off the destiny written by the gods and demons?
