One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years of reincarnation, this time I will burn through this heaven!
The medicine pestle produces a lotus sun, and the gods and Buddhas weep.
Lin Mo, an unknown young herb collector at the foot of Shu Mountain, suddenly discovered on a rainy night when he was refining the thirty-seventh furnace of foundation-building pills:
The bronze pestle used to pound medicine turned out to be a fragment of the ancient Donghuang Bell;
The seriously injured girl he saved casually had the blood of the phoenix that burned all the wasteland;
And the three-hundred-year-old locust tree in the backyard of the drug store——
It was clearly the remains of the building that held up the thirty-third heaven!
