When the chains of the North Sea Abyss broke apart, Su Hao was holding the rusty Zhenwu Sword, standing in the island Taoist temple shrouded in the blood moon.
Three thousand years ago, Emperor Zhenwu suppressed the Dragon of Chaos with his true form of Xuanwu. However, at the moment when the Demon Emperor exploded his sea eye, he glimpsed the abyss of the Cthulhu world. The moment seven rays of sword light slashed down the seven series of supernatural gods, he blocked Haiyan's back with his body and became the last line of defense for Heaven. Marshal Tianpeng's determination to lead the four remnants of thunder, fire, plague, and water into the other world was forever frozen in the remaining pages of "The Record of Conquering Demons in the Profound Abyss."
Now, inside the body of this Wudang Taoist boy, sleeps the soul of the reincarnation of Zhenwu. The seven thunder patterns on the Zhenwu Sword in the palm of his hand are extinguishing one by one - each thunder pattern corresponds to the laws of the gods that have been killed: the deep sea reproduction of the Mother of the Abyss, the starry sky madness of the King in Yellow, the strange transformation of the Thousand-faced Moon... When the seventh thunder pattern dims, those "concepts" that have been extinguished will be reborn through the rituals of believers.
"Taoist priest, you smell of true martial arts." The skull on the altar table had its phosphorus-fire eye sockets turning. It was once the battle bone of Xin Tianjun of the Lei Department. There was a viscous stirring sound from the bottom of the well, and the breath of the Mother of the Abyss was climbing along the cracks in the sea eye, turning the fishermen into monsters covered in scales.
Su Hao stroked the word "Zhenwu" on the scabbard and heard the war drums left by Marshal Tianpeng at the outpost still echoing in the other world. He knew that the purpose of rebuilding the North Pole Exorcist Academy was not only to protect this island, but also to prevent the "return" of the seven series of supernatural gods - after all, the sound of the world-destroying sound of the final cry had quietly sounded in the depths of the starry sky.
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