The blood cauldron burns the soul, and the sword bones serve as monuments. This god-killing game ended a hundred thousand years ago.
Lin Qiuhan, a genius alchemist whose sword bones were ripped out and his Dantian was shattered, climbed out of the bronze cauldron ten years after his death.
He returned with scorch marks all over his body, only to find:
His former best friend Lu Mingxuan's temples were stained with frost and snow, and three hundred red jade pills engraved with the monk's birth date were hung around his waist;
The Xuan Shuang Sword in the sect's forbidden area kept wailing, and the sword spirit knelt down and called him "Emperor";
What's even weirder is that in the body he used for rebirth, half of the heart of a god and demon that has been beating for 80,000 years sleeps...
