He touched the wrong stone.
Shi Yan, a laborer who was as thin as a stick, was attracted by a strange light in the cracks of the stone while carrying the "Spirit Summoning Stone". The moment the fingertips touched it, the great power of the ancient times poured into the meridians. When I woke up, my broken body was able to carry a huge boulder. When I concentrated, everything in the world was slowed down, the floating clouds stopped flowing, and the flies flapped their wings and moved slowly like floating dust. This "god-given" is both a coincidence and destiny. However, less than a day later, the supervisor killed his father with a stick, and his mother died of humiliation and hatred. Kneeling between his parents' cold bodies, Shi Yan clenched his mother's skinny hands, digging his nails into his palms. He swallowed his roar, but could not swallow the blood-quenching hatred. He single-handedly dealt with the arrogant and domineering overseer. On the way to escape, he was shocked to realize that he was not the only one with special abilities: the strange man who controlled fire and iron was hiding in the market, and the ice-covered and soul-stealing court eagle dog was chasing him for his life. And above the clouds, Emperor Yongzuo used the anointed blood of all the people to build the Demonic Tower that reaches the sky. He used the power of meteorites from the same source to long for eternal life. He euphemistically called it: "Suppress the country and create peace." Shi Yan stroked the hot fragment of Origin in his arms and looked at the shadow of the giant tower that had swallowed up the bones and blood of his father and brother. This time, the clenched fists no longer trembled.
"All of this happened because of this demon tower!"
