Shenhuang Blood

On the Judgment Day of the Divine Court, I was wrapped in the starry swaddling clothes and expelled from the divine world. Falling into the mortal world, a dead branch pierced the palm of the hand, and the drop of blood fell to the ground, and the grass grew wildly and died suddenly. The villagers screamed that divine punishment was coming, but only the old man collecting medicine took me back to his thatched cottage. When he tore off the corner of his clothes and bandaged the wound, his withered hands suddenly regained their strength. In the middle of the night, the old man murmured to seal the bloodline: "The last time the Godly Infant was born was three hundred years ago..." The candle beside the window went out silently, and the bronze needle sank into my heart. And the innate purple energy in my body quietly swallowed the power of the seal.