"Those who have not awakened to the Heavenly Meridian are all slaves to the Meridian."
Sixteen-year-old Lu Li was chained to the Qinglan Kingdom altar. The moment the pulse measuring stone exploded, dark gold runes crawled all over the prince's throat - he tasted the taste of devouring the heavenly veins. The price for the awakening of the Chaos bloodline was the severe pain in his heart burned by the fire of karma, and the ancient demon grinning at him in the bronze coffin.
From a wanted criminal in the imperial city to the most dangerous apostate in Xuanxiao Sword Pavilion, Lu Li holds the forbidden power that can swallow the divine veins of all heavens, but he sees his destiny on the astrolabe of the Three Saints:
"Those who open the sky from chaos will eventually be killed by heaven."
When the Holy Envoy of the Upper Realm's Immortal Killing Sword pressed against his eyebrows, Lu Li crushed the nine hundred devoured heavenly veins. The karma fire pupils reflected the blood rain in the sky, and he laughed crazily: "Who said that the path to killing the sky cannot start from the pulse slave?"
