The dark ancient bronze coffin hangs in Hongmeng, and the 120,000 chaotic blood lines on the coffin flicker and fade like breathing. The young man Qin Feng, who crawled out of this strange coffin three years ago, is now standing in front of the abyss of the ancient sacred mountain, staring at the relief of the prison-suppressing general with the exact same face as his own.
Those memory fragments that have been erased by the years are being reorganized - the last dusk of the Death Era, the truth that 76,000 saints were defeated at the same time; when the Burial Sky Sea boiled, the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus bloomed in sorrow and beauty; and the purple-scaled giant claw stretched out from Jiuyou and peeled off his life sword bone...
The moment his fingertips touched the center of the relief's eyebrows, the entire restricted area of the Heavenly Tomb suddenly shook, and the ninety-nine Demon-Sealing Pillars broke in response. The river of Netherworld blood pours into the sky, the road to hell appears in the clouds, and those ancient beings who should have been sleeping forever opened their eyes filled with starlight.
"After waiting for eighteen epochs, you finally remember?" A hoarse whisper came from the end of the abyss. Amidst the sound of bronze chains clashing, the one-armed Taoist man wrapped in a burial cloth slowly stood up. Behind him, the four eternal Zhuxian swords were unsheathed at the same time. The swords pointed at Qin Feng's violently trembling natal star...
