When the fragment of the river map was hot in Lin Jian's palm, a blue-black crack suddenly opened in the underground of Shanghai's Bund - the screams of the gluttonous cubs pierced the neon lights, and the girl wearing a fox mask, Bai Zhen, jumped out with bone spurs, the hem of her clothes was still stained with the ashes of the war smoke of the Tang Dynasty.
This "travel" is not an accident: the sound of the bronze cauldron will shorten the lifespan, and the star map positioning will disturb the memory of reality. Feng Li of Kunlun Industrial is using the bones of alien beasts to build a "spiritual cage", while the "lawful ones" in the dark network are intercepting and killing all those who have awakened their bloodline.
The fragments of the Xuanyuan Sword are hidden in the ancient battlefield of the Anshi Rebellion, and the ruins of the Mariana Trench are filled with the remaining souls of the candle. Lin Jian not only has to discern the truth of the "mythological catastrophe" in the afterimages of history, but also has to choose between the turbulent flow of spiritual essence in modern cities: Should he seal all the cracks and let the myth remain silent forever, or let the spiritual essence overflow, allowing Bifang to pass by the office building and Bai Ze to sit in the ancient book restoration room?
The time and space debt in the palm prints was getting deeper and deeper, and he hadn't discovered it yet - his bloodline was already entangled with half of the remnants of the first generation of gods.
