When I was buried alive in a bronze coffin, the sacrificial jade cicada was still stuffed in my throat.
After waking up, I became the strangest "immortal burial coffin" in the world of immortality - the ancient evil god "Wang" slept in my body.
Every time I use my power, the memory is shattered into pieces.
That day when all the enemy sects were slaughtered, the afterimage of his sister emerged from the blood dripping from his fingers.
She smiled and said: "Brother, when you made me into a jade cicada with your own hands, you cried so sadly..."
I looked down at my palms.
There should have been a blood feud engraved there, but now there is only a blank.
