On the southern border, the cold wind is like a knife.
Yu Nian'an guards her grandmother's dilapidated wonton stall, living a hard but warm life. Until the bully's stick smashed the pot and the hot soup burned grandma's rickety back.
Burning with anger, a strange blood maple mark suddenly awakened on the young man's forehead! The moment he tore the bully apart, he heard the whisper of a demonic voice in his mind.
Bigger storms followed. Officials and bandits collude, and arrows rain down! The white-haired grandma who always called him "goddamned" and hid the last piece of candy cake for him, swallowed the mysterious elixir, and her hair turned into black hair, and her muscles were as knotted as Shura. She used her body as a shield and stained the streets with blood!
The parting look showed her standing figure full of arrows but with her bones unbroken.
Go forward and don't look back. Grandma doesn't feel any pain.
The wizard appears and the road ahead opens. Carrying the sugar cakes baked by her grandmother, and carrying the blood feud and the last wishes of her loved ones, Yu Nianan embarked on the path of killing gods paved by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir... Until the legendary imperial realm! He wants to reverse the future and save the past! Let the hot wonton pot roll again, and let grandma's white hair curse again under the maple tree:
Damn it, too much salt!
