A pitch-black ancient bronze coffin hangs in the primordial void, its body marked with 120,000 chaotic blood patterns that flicker like a breathing pulse. Qin Feng, the young man who crawled out of this bizarre coffin three years ago, now stands before a chasm split open in an ancient divine mountain, gazing at a relief of the Prison-Guarding Divine General whose face is identical to his own.
Fragments of memories erased by time are piecing themselves back together: the final dusk of the Heavenly Fall Era, and the truth behind 76,000 saints simultaneously destroying their own bodies; the tragic beauty of the twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus blooming as the Sea of Heavenly Burial boiled; and the gigantic purple-scaled claw that reached out from the Nine Hells and ripped the very bones of his life-bound sword from him...
The instant his fingertips touched the relief’s brow, the entire Heavenly Tomb Forbidden Zone began to shake. Ninety-nine demon-sealing pillars snapped one after another. The Netherworld Blood River surged backward into the sky, and the Road to the Underworld appeared among the clouds. Ancient beings who should have slept for all eternity opened their eyes, starlight flowing within them.
“You’ve finally remembered, after eighteen epochs of waiting?” A hoarse whisper came from the end of the chasm. Amid the clinking of bronze chains, a one-armed Daoist wrapped in burial cloth slowly rose to his feet. Behind him, the four ancient Swords of Immortal Slaying, silent for countless ages, all flew from their scabbards. Their points were aimed directly at Qin Feng’s violently trembling natal star...
