When the ninth spiritual monument collapsed under Lin Feng's palm, Canglong, who had been dormant for three thousand years, finally opened his vertical pupils.
The most humble bastard of the Lin family in Qingzhou, the forbidden blood that can swallow up the star field flows in his body. The ancient bronze coffin that fell in the Valley of Fallen Stars three years ago left nine dragon patterns on his spine; the fragment left behind by his mother turned out to be the key to the ancient blood prison.
The Tianjian Sect covets his dragon veins, the Holy Land Taoist order wants to refine his Taoist bones, and even the clans connected by blood have planted the heart-eating Gu in his spiritual platform. Little did he know that in the seemingly broken dantian, a whirlpool of stars that annihilated the heavens was spinning.
"When I tear apart this ninth level of heavenly calamity, I want to see -" Lin Feng held the bloody lotus blade that pierced his chest, and behind him appeared the shadow of a huge bronze coffin across the starry sky, "Whether it was you who took out my dragon marrow, or I was buried in this thirty-third level of heaven!"
