Do not let strangers come near you in Netherworld Village. Those who guard the tomb are all prisoners.
The bones of the forest were born on a night of weeping bronze blood. With the left eye, the human life is like the flourishing and withering of vegetation, and with the right eye, the soul of the dead is like the surging mist. This ominous son who was branded on the forehead by the innate Dao pattern guarded the seventy-two hanging coffins under the abyss of the sky, but he did not know that he was the "living coffin" that was sealed.
When the gluttonous bronze ax backfired on the owner, and when the jade corpses of the past gravekeepers emerged from the ground, the young man tore open the bronze bone spurs on his back and licked the truth that had been sealed for three thousand years - the so-called tombkeepers were just living sacrifices to the dragon's veins. The world-defining bronze growing in the villagers' spines, the emperor's mausoleum hanging upside down under the ancestral hall, and the Qinglong Xueyin awakening in his body are all a scam that transcends reincarnation.
"You use your bones as a prison, and I will break them into blades."
When the blood moon was in the sky, Lin Gu crushed the lines on his forehead and allowed the bronze juice to erode through his pupils. Seventy-two hanging coffins were arrayed into a bridge, and the underworld was rolled up into a ladder. He stepped on Chi Xiaozi's broken Nascent Soul and cut out the skull of the first high priest from the annual rings of the ancient bronze tree. When Kurong's eyes finally saw the full picture of fate, the young man smiled and pierced the world-shaking bronze into his heart:
In this game of imprisoning the dragon, it's time to change the chess player.
[Burning bones become a lamp to illuminate the underworld, and those who suppress the world will eventually become those who destroy the world]
