Record of the Holy Birth of Star Bones

What you think is an opportunity is just a destiny book written by others. In this continent where the stars are the chessboard and time is the chessboard, Lin Feng has been living in a carefully woven lie since he was born. Being raised by a beggar is the first lesson in tempering his Taoist heart. The medicine given by the beauty is the medicine that catalyzes his constitution. Even the enemies who killed him are just pawns to promote his practice. When he reached the top and prepared to shatter the void, he realized that his lifelong cultivation was actually a furnace fire that warmed the bodies of others. Li Yachun held the blood-stained thread of cause and effect, and her double pupils that had been gouged out flickered in the darkness. This "chess player" who was supposed to monitor the Holy Fetus, violated the biggest taboo of Tianji Pavilion for Lin Feng - using his eyes as a sacrifice, tearing a rift in the birth chart that even the gods could not count. When the reincarnation restarted for the seventh time, Lin Feng finally held the bronze lamp that sealed the resentful souls of the holy fetuses of the past generations. This time, he will take the memories of the past six lives and write down the motto of an ant in the words of his destiny. [Laughing][laughing][laughing][laughing]