The wine at the Jade Emperor's birthday banquet has not yet cooled down, and the Snow Mountain Sect in the mortal world has been reduced to a sea of blood purgatory. Three hundred disciples lay dead under the glass roof, and between the clenched finger bones, there was half a sweet-smelling wax chip, hiding the strange power that made the master kill himself.
Ling Xuanzhou's judge's pen opened up the fog, and Yan Jingxian's long sword cut through the conspiracy, but he bumped into the sleeping Su Qingxue in the ice coffin of the cold pool - the Princess of Baihua who disappeared three years ago. The chip between her eyebrows was exactly the same as that of the Snow Mountain Sect, and the silver thread swimming in her pupils actually came from the same source as the heavenly sealing technique.
Qian Wagguan's purse jingled, shaking off the secrets of the black market in the Western Regions; the silver needle of the silver abacus entered the water, and the remaining words of the heavenly prohibition floated; Shi Shouyi pressed the jade pendant on his waist, recalling the mysterious case of the Dragon Palace Prince's madness ten years ago; the medicine with a thousand faces changed its appearance, and sneaked into the secret passage of the Lotus Peak of Huashan; the exquisite tongue of the lotus flower, and the golden silk secret of Laojun's alchemy furnace was extracted from Xian'e's mouth.
When the wax skin melted, revealing the heavenly rule that "any changes in the mortal world should be controlled by wax skin," Ling Xuanzhou finally understood: the massacre of the family was not caused by the demon sect, but the heavenly court's purge of those who knew the immortal passage. On one side are the gods who are high above, and on the other are the righteous fires scattered in the rivers and lakes. The seven people hold on to their weapons and raise the banner in the morning mist of Huashan Mountain - this time, they want to fight against the sky and seek justice for the souls of the dead.
