"What price should a mortal pay for peeping into the sky?"
Li Jin, the son of the blacksmith of Hantie Town, clenched his burning right eye, his dark gold vertical pupils showing ancient dragon patterns under the blood scab. When he spent ten years of Yangshou to see through the Yunlan Sect's chief Mingmen, the bronze sword spirit Chixiao was buzzing with bloodthirsty - this fierce weapon that sealed the evil spirit of the battlefield wanted to drink up the blood of the so-called righteous genius.
Are the ants in the Qi Refining Realm recklessly using the Eyes of Burning Heaven?
Every crack crawling up the spine screams: either he will be crushed before the age of thirty, or he will be devoured into ashes.
When the hypocritical sect revealed its conspiracy to cover the sky, Li Jin stroked the spine of his sword and sneered: "Dry blood? Then let's fight to support war!"
Let's see how those with useless veins step on the bones of geniuses and burn the lies that deceive the world along with the nine heavenly steps into the dragon's breath that illuminates the eternal night.
