In the Xuanhuang Realm, talents are like a chasm, and mortals are like ants. Lin Chen is the humblest grain of dust.
In front of his mother's hospital bed, he clenched his fists, but could not afford a life-extending elixir; the blood of his enlightenment teacher, Old Chen, splashed on the boxing pile he practiced so hard, only to get the genius's words "in the way"; the brother of life and death, Shitou, used his body to block the fatal blow for him, and smiled and asked "live...".
There is no heaven-defying foundation, no god-given opportunity. All Lin Chen has is an obsession soaked in the blood of his loved ones: "Stay alive! Guard the remaining light in your heart!"
He boiled his blood and tears into ink, used his bones as a pen and his wounds as paper, and wrote his own "mortal transformation" on the thorny road. After exercising for a hundred thousand times, the muscles and bones are broken; the evil spirit is used to temper the body, and the pain reaches the bone marrow; the life and death fight is fought, and the wounds are exchanged for lives... Every step carries the eyes of the deceased and touches the heartstrings of the survivors.
When the peerless genius Chu Lingxiao's magical power illuminated the sky and crushed all sentient beings contemptuously, Lin Chen dragged his body in front of him. Behind him, there is the uncold blood of his mentor, the lingering souls of his brothers, the silent hope of the girl from his hometown, and countless mortal eyes looking up at the stars like he did back then.
"This punch is a tribute to my mentor!"
"This palm will repay my brother for giving up his life!"
"This body of mortal bones will pave the way for those in the world who are unwilling to perish!"
