Since the Beginning of Life, I Have Buried Myself in a Lot of Disasters

In the darkness of Kunlun Ruins, something woke up. One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years later, those fingers protruding from the rock formation crushed the skirt made of void beast fur - the material that once resisted meteorites was now as brittle as a dead leaf. When Chen Mi walked out of the mountain, the "Iron Bird" was cutting through the clouds, brighter than the star core he had crushed. The glass of the convenience store reflected him: his black hair was wrapped with silver threads, and the jade pendant on his animal bone belt was glowing with dark patterns, like a sacrifice coming out of a mural. He changed the water with high-grade spiritual stones, and the clerk turned on the alarm light. Later I learned that the luminous cube was called a mobile phone, and the monks broadcast live broadcasts of tribulations to it. Even the leader of the foreign clan who was defeated by him back then became a tragic figure in the storybook. Until the Taoist robe came to snatch his belt, he flicked the opponent's magic weapon to pieces and said, "Your sword doesn't feed the star essence and blood?" The sound of ice cracking in the Beiyuan became louder and louder, and the ancient relics poked their heads out. The little beggar they rescued back then had turned gray and led the sect to kneel down and shout "Master Patriarch". Chen Mi grasped the chaotic airflow that could crush planets, but could not unlock the mobile phone payment password. When the cross-dimensional gaze fell, the jade pendant suddenly became hot, illuminating the chains in his shadow—— It turns out that this awakening is a mystery.