The Day the Sky Was Eaten by the Heavenly Dog, My Cultivation Began

Having plunged into the abyss, life and death are uncertain.

Trapped in a desperate situation, there is no way back.

At the instant Zhuang Yu watched a blood-red vortex tear open the heavens, the soul-aware armor on her right arm had already pierced her skin. It had been three years since she arrived in this world during a total solar eclipse, and the light of the Great Dao's flower, born from the Nine Heavens' Profound Thunder, could no longer hold back the world's darkness. A red phoenix with scarlet feathers circled above the forest, while a bronze gate, seemingly unopened since primordial times, rose from the bottom of the lake.

Zhuang Yu's spine had been refined into a series of bone swords. Beneath the Antarctic ice, the sealed oracle-bone script revealed a mysterious countdown, warning that this world had only ten years left before its destruction.

When Zhuang Yu's fate became bound to the altar on Kunlun Snow Mountain, a whisper came from the reversed rivers of space and time: the murmuring of her first love, who had died in a car accident many years ago...