Oriental Fantasy Epic·The Two-way Redemption of Fate and Spark
The miasma gnaws at the bones, the bronze is used as a scale, and the nine reincarnations are burned in the ashes.
Bai Lu, the mountain guard of the Southwest Miasma Abyss, fell into the forbidden area to save a young deer, and the blood contract awakened Qingluan Xuanjin, who had been sealed by bronze nails for three hundred years. The gluttonous lines on her palms were hot, and she had a glimpse of herself in the form of a witch on a rainy night in her previous life, piercing the bronze nail into the heart of the divine bird with her own hands.
The old enemy turns out to be a symbiote.
The miasma of black embers is soaked in the evil desires of the world, and the molten gold pupils reflect the dirty secrets of the monk sect; Bailu's spine turns into a chain of star marrow, and each link seals the history of the blood and tears of the mountain guard who was wiped out. When the scale of cause and effect deep in the root system of the Cangwu Sacred Tree is out of balance, and hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits block out the sky, they are forced to make the most cruel choice:
To save the common people, we need to cut out our hearts and burn all the souls of our loved ones for nine lifetimes.
Ah Di's phoenix flowers burned up the well of reincarnation, and she was shattered to pieces in every life;
To break the path of heaven, one must tear out one's bones and transform it into a mountain, and bet on the unburned promise of a spark.
Xuan Jin's safety lock cracked and the truth was revealed, and the miasma that raged for three hundred years was all for her sake.
The fire of karma on the bronze scale is arguing, and the wordless tablet in the cave of the sacred tree weeps blood.
She saw the last words of the first mountain guardian among the stars: The most evil in the world is neither miasma nor demon. It is the monk who lives forever in the name of saving the world, and it is the "pure land" nourished by greed. He hid thousands of lines of love poems in the depths of the miasma. What the spell suppressed was never evil spirits, but the "words are like meeting each other" that could not be expressed in the mouth. When the Seventh Star of the Big Dipper was lit, the left wing of the white dew burned A Di's soul, and the right wing rolled up the stardust turned into embers, and crashed into the thunder clouds imprisoned by heaven.
