On the day when he was deprived of his training and expelled from Kunlun by his master's sect, it snowed heavily.
My senior brothers laughed at me for studying the runes of the corpse path, saying that I was self-destructive. Even my master, who I always respected, could only coldly say, "Heaven will not allow it."
They thought that I would die of cold and hunger in this mortal world and become a speck of dust that no one would care about on my path to immortality.
But they didn't know that in the snow pit where I was abandoned, I dug out a "Book of the Netherworld".
The Great Tribulation of the Gods has begun, the immortals are bleeding, and the gods and demons have fallen.
Both Chanjiao and Jiejiao were furious. Jiang Ziya ordered generals in Xiqi and heard that the Grand Master was retreating at Juelong Ridge.
They all thought that death and being on the list of gods would be the end.
Until that day, I returned to the Xiqi battlefield.
In front of Jiang Ziya, I pointed a finger casually, and one hundred thousand dead Xiqi soldiers stood up again from the pool of blood, with blue will-o'-the-wisps igniting in their empty eye sockets.
"Uncle, are you okay?" I looked at his pale face and smiled, "You said that the way of heaven cannot tolerate me, but after the death of your disciple, the way of heaven will be under my control."
