When the last ray of chaos exploded between my eyebrows, I heard the familiar system prompt - "Sign in successfully, reward fragments of the Hongmeng Heavenly Ruler." In the last life, I was a chess piece crushed by the law of heaven; in this life, I want to be the one who plays chess.
At the beginning of the prehistoric times, everything was renewed. Under the snowy peaks of Kunlun, I held the East Emperor Bell tightly and pointed the tip of my gun at the depths of the sky. After returning from rebirth, the sign-in system allowed me to glimpse a glimmer of hope in the cracks of my destiny, but the law of heaven had already laid a plan to kill me: the assassination of the teachings, the encirclement and suppression of the teachings, and the old friends in the heaven were no longer my former colleagues. I am like a trapped animal, trapped in the long river of cause and effect. If I move, I will never recover.
It wasn't until that day when I awakened Yinglong's remnant soul at the bottom of the East China Sea that I realized that the so-called "Success to Heaven and Become the Dao" in the past was just a feast for Heaven to swallow the will of all living beings. I choose to swim against the current, pierce the false destiny with a god-killing spear, and shatter the false orthodoxy with the Donghuang Bell. Cost? It is betrayal and separation from relatives, it is fighting alone in the three realms, and it is also the backlash that one must endure when fate is shattered.
The mountains and seas were speechless, but they witnessed the brewing of a catastrophe. Kunpeng flies through the sky, phoenix bathes in fire, and the Yellow River roars the ancient truth. I hold the treasure in my hand, leaving bloody traces every step of the way, just to tear apart the invisible chessboard hanging above my head.
If the way of heaven is ruthless, then I will prove it by killing; if all living beings are blind, can I be the only one who is awake?
