The night the sacred bones were taken away, I became a useless person.
The enemy smiled ferociously: "The holy bones have belonged to the young master, you are a good-for-nothing and only worthy of being fed to dogs."
They drained my sister's blood and threw her body into the cold pool.
I held my sister's cold body, used broken bones as pen, blood and tears as ink, and carved the last counterattack on the broken Dantian.
The formation burned out the remaining fire of my life, but accidentally tore a corner of the sky apart.
Above the nine heavens, Heaven's horrified scream came: "Emperor?! You are not completely dead..."
And within my body, the golden spiritual patterns that belong to the way of heaven are broken every inch.
It turns out that the so-called ascension is just a scam by Heaven to harvest all souls.
I stood in the ruins, looked at the sky and sneered.
In this life, I regard all living beings as my sons and all worlds as my disk.
I vow to bury this fake god!
