In the ancient and broken era, I was reborn as Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, vowing to lead the dragon clan to tear apart the shackles of heaven. However, the truth gushing out from the eyes of the sea of chaos dragged him into deeper despair - the dragons were actually patches of heaven, the humans were the fire extinguishers he made by cutting off his scales, the Sanqing saints were the evil corpses he chopped off, and his best friend Hongjun was a prisoner of chaos who had the same origin as him.
When the God-killing Spear penetrated the corpse of the first-generation ancestral dragon, Ao Guang saw his fate clearly in the bloody light: the so-called calamity was just the afterimage of his self-dismemberment in 120,000 reincarnations; the so-called redemption was actually the eternal curse after Hongjun tampered with the bet. The fusion of Yang Jian and Nezha was annihilated in the sparks, and the dragon people destroyed their souls and turned them into inscriptions. Ao Guang finally discovered that he was both the beginning of the disaster and the only torch for the end.
This dark epic uses dragon scales as its blade to split the tender veil of ancient mythology. In the roar of the reverse rotation of the Chaos Clock, in the trembling of the God-killing Spear at the end of the ruins, questions run through ancient and modern times: If resistance to fate is fate itself, will destruction and rebirth eventually end in nothingness?
