"The whole world is a furnace, and all living beings are the fuel. It has been calcined for eternity, just to temper a ray of 'God's will'."
Above the sky, the nine-layer jade capital hangs high, and the gods harvest thousands of souls and the fire continues to write eternity.
Deep in the earth, the human race is struggling to survive, the bloodline of ancient demons is imprisoned by heaven, and the virtual spirits are curled up in the cracks of space.
The young man raised his sword from the mortal world. The point of the sword was neither an immortal nor a god, but the thing that stood high for eternity and regarded all living beings as firewood - the oven itself.
