When the dragon's roar came from the well in the middle of the night, Lu Zhao knew that this corpse was not simple.
As the last member of the Heavenly Corpse Sect to cross the underworld, he should have spent his remaining days in the Qingming Funeral Palace, until the corpse of the veteran border guard opened his starry eyes. At the moment when his flesh and blood were cut open in the afterlife, the Nine Netherworld Patterns awakened, and the cursed blood boiled. It turned out that he was the reincarnation of the twin star souls of the first generation of the sect, and he was also the container of the Nine-Yam Vein Sealing Curse planted by the Master of Xingluo Pavilion himself.
The left hand holds the scissors of life and death, the flesh and bones of human beings, and the right eye penetrates the killing calamity of falling stars. When Lu Zhao's spine smelted the first star marrow jade bone, the Yinghuo evil star outside the ninth heaven suddenly lit up: the fate war between Yin Changsheng and Luo Tianhe three thousand years ago was quietly reviving through his blood.
The twin corpse puppets in the rotten bone forest opened their star eyes, and the frozen saint at the bottom of the well muttered the "Star Corpse Secret Code". In this murderous game where sect strife and star curses intertwined, Lu Zhao discovered that the so-called ninth-level heavenly tribulation of the Corpse Executioner was just the endgame of the game between the first generation twins; and every time he swallowed a star official golden elixir, he was writing the final chapter of the unfinished god-killing battle.
From the Yin Crosser who cuts corpses to determine cause and effect, to the Star Corpse Dao Master who is in charge of the Chaos Star Pattern. On the day when the Nine Netherworld Scissors pierced the Nine-Level Pulse-Sealing Curse, Lu Zhao stood on the top of the Burial Dragon Abyss, looking at the millions of corpses under his feet and the evil stars falling from the sky, and finally realized that this world was a huge funeral palace, and what he wanted to cut was the established book of life and death in the three thousand worlds.
In the troubled times, the star corpse proves the truth. What kind of truth is buried in this interstellar corpse killing that spans three thousand years? Why does the Xingluo Saint lying in the ice coffin share the same natal star pattern with him?
