The Nine Netherworlds of the Central Plains are split apart, and the demonic mist swallows the mountains and rivers.
The imperial master of the previous dynasty spent his whole life painting the crape myrtle evil-suppressing talisman, but it turned into a piece of waste paper.
In the dilapidated inn, scholar Fu Tianshu used his finger as a pen and blood ink as a guide to carve the ancient seal of the "Edict" that had been lost for thousands of years on a broken stele.
In an instant, the golden light was like a dragon, penetrating through the demonic miasma and reaching the depths of the Nine Netherworld.
When the imperial master was furious, demons attacked the inn at night, and the Thousand-Faced Mandrill King pretended to be his disciple, hoping to seize the secret spell.
Fu Tianshu's blood-written thunder and fire talisman burned away all the Mandrill King's masks, but he saw strange blood lines appear on his palm.
"The blood curse backfires?" He smiled bitterly, "It turns out that this peaceful world needs to be based on my bones."
Outside the inn, the dead crops turned green overnight.
On the stone tablet, a star prophecy slowly emerged:
Yinghuo guards the heart, and the emperor's star is swaying.
