When the Boundary Sea Flows Backwards

The bronze coffin is like a world-devouring giant beast, knocking in the sky. Taichu climbed out of the coffin with rotten blood, and his spine was wrapped with the nine-leaf chain formed by Xiyue's gouged out bones - the Taoist priest who watered the sword grass with the tears of the Immortal Emperor was nailed into the bronze coffin of the third generation by himself three hundred years ago. Now the remaining soul in the coffin is soaked in darkness, and the frost-covered Xiyue** is gnawing at his spine, etching the laws of light and darkness into a blood book dedicated to the world. In the rift of time and space, the Corpse Immortal Emperor witnessed the bloody replay of the first encounter on the reef: the seventeen-year-old himself swung his sword through Xiyue's heart, and the light and dark fragments of the broken Daluo sword fell down like a punishment from heaven, penetrating the dusk of millions of embraces. The roots of the giant bronze tree pierced the sky of all eras, the pupils of the boy from the new plane exploded into black gold vortexes, and the blades of grass in his palm burned into the key to reverse the cause and effect - should he cut off reincarnation and let the heavens be buried with him, or should he carve out the divinity assimilated by the darkness and cast it into a blade, splitting the last inch of the rusty dawn in the eternal night? The light and darkness tear through time and space like a copulating candle dragon. In the rain of blood falling from the sky 90,000 times, some people forge love and hate into a sword that stabs themselves.