The stars are falling on the neck, and the iron blood in the palm is not yet cold.
The parasitic civilization of Nether Chrysalis casts humans into living mining pickaxes and chisels out galactic bones to feed mechanical natural disasters.
When Xingshan brought out the Chiyou Blood Crystal in Lingsu Mine——
The memory of the ancient war god burns through reality: among the wreckage of the star tree chopped down by the Tiger Soul Sword, Gonggong's broken bronze spine floats.
"Wherever the yoke is, there must be a yoke-cutting blade."
When the Sovereign Agreement gnaws at Jupiter's red spots, when the Queen Mother of the West's genetic threads mend the rebel flag,
He allowed the metal veins to fill his heart and forged the nether energy collar into a god-killing weapon talisman.
Go away to Yinghuo, or turn into star corpses to seal Tianmen,
Or teach the vast expanse of the Milky Way to listen to the sound of Xingtian drums!
