The chains at the bottom of Kunlun Ruins are rusty. For hundreds of thousands of years, the souls of the demon clan have been nailed to this hopeless place by heavenly sins. The road to ascension has long been cut off and turned into ashes. Yang Lei, the youngest nine-tailed fox leader of this generation, the flame at the tip of his tail always burns his bone marrow on full moon nights - it is a curse engraved in his blood, and it is also the hope that his ancestors gave him before they died.
When he passed through the ninety-nine levels of heavenly tribulation array with the secret treasures of various clans, and the moment his fingertips were about to touch the Nantian Gate, what came from behind was not cheers, but the poison-quenching claws of the elders of the same clan. "Do you think natural sins are divine punishment?" The elder's scales peeled off in the lightning, revealing the wriggling black talisman underneath. "Since we were born, we have been dead stones on other people's chessboards."
The loud noise of the chain breaking shattered the clouds. The last scene Yang Lei saw when he fell into the mortal world was a figure wearing a bronze mask turning a compass engraved with the names of the demon clan in the Qiong Tower of Heaven. And the ancient jade on his chest, used to solve heavenly sins, was oozing out the same blood pattern as the mask.
The fireworks in the world choked him so much that he coughed up blood, and the tail fox's true body shrank into the shape of a cub in the mundane turbid air. The fortune teller on the street corner looked at his horoscope and suddenly collapsed to the ground, muttering: "How could it be... You should have died hundreds of thousands of years ago."
