At the beginning of chaos, the twins of the Yin family fell into the world like meteors. The elder brother, Shifan, was born with a supreme bone, and his mysterious robe surged with lightning, and his warm smile always turned into ice when the blood-stained sword was sheathed; the younger brother was born with a glazed sword bone, and he was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female, but he set up a killing array with the slight swing of his folding fan.
The star trails on the Angelica ruins chessboard passed by Jianmu's birthmark, and the black-robed demon came tearing through the void. The moment the cold iron chain penetrated Yuantian Pipa's bones, the blood lines between Shifan's eyebrows burst out with red light - the god-killing sword that had been silent for thousands of years was buzzing in his spine.
In the wasteland where the banners of the three tribes blocked out the sun, the twins walked forward on a mountain of monster corpses. The elder brother's sword split the black palace barrier, but the younger brother's blood painted a totem of reversal of yin and yang on the altar. When the righteousness of heaven and earth goes against the will of the closest relatives, where will this chess game of life and death end up?
