When history becomes a lie and the way of heaven becomes a shackle——
Chen Xu, a young scavenger who was faced with the fate of Burning Star, picked up half of the Jade Lord Devourer on a thunderstorm night.
Awakening at the same time as him, there was also a black-scaled beast that claimed that it would not survive seventeen days.
The world is sick
The spirit measuring platform could not detect his spiritual roots because his meridians were engraved with the secret script of usurping the sky.
The sect's immortal magic cannot cultivate his way, and only the ancient magic marked as "taboo" by the heaven can survive.
We are each other's focus
The scales of the black-scaled beast that devoured his heart's blood peeled off like a countdown every day.
The saint Zhen Yao, whose ice hairpin cracked when she got close to him, was actually a descendant of the Godslayer who should have been annihilated in history books.
[Then overturn the chess game]
When the so-called ascension is nothing more than making a monk a "human elixir" to extend his life,
When the Jingzhe Day with missing twenty-four solar terms hides the truth of killing gods,
Chen Xu glimpsed the numbers of everyone on the compass of heaven through the cracks torn open by the time beast.
"They call me a variable." The young man chewed the dragon lock and stepped barefoot on the stairs to heaven.
Behind him were the strange beasts that gnawed at the thunder calamity, and the woman who burned the life book to illuminate him.
"Then let this Nine Heavens Realm have a look——"
"How much can a fire labeled as wrong burn through the sky?"
