——Every time you kill me, I get closer to becoming a god——
When the bronze lamp grew out of Lin Ye's broken chest, he realized that he was a monster that could not die.
The soul-piercing nails in the academy dungeon, the heart-eating poison in the ruins of the ancient gods, the catastrophic thunderstorms on the Chaos Sea - every time you are on the verge of death, an indescribable whisper will emerge from the flesh and blood reborn from the ashes.
This is a world being devoured:
When cultivators ask about the way of heaven, what they hear is the dinner bell of the ancient gods. The territory of the dynasty is reorganized like building blocks in the tide of chaos. The most dangerous enemy hides in the twelve blood moons and stares at all living beings. And deep in Lin Ye's broken memory, locked the ultimate truth that made the nine continents tremble - the so-called ascension is just a lie carefully woven by the demon feeder for three thousand years.
"Are you going to be the savior or the pathogen of the new world?"
When Su Jiuli's puppet silk wrapped around his carotid artery, when Xiao Zhonglou's reincarnation mirror reflected the blood debt of seven generations, Lin Ye held on to the bronze lamp that spoke the language of Cthulhu and gave the most crazy answer on the cliff of madness and sanity:
"I want to burn those indescribable things... Into stories that can be drunk."
