The Demonic Abyss is about to collapse, and the Three Realms are in danger. Twelve immortals descended from the clouds and begged a mortal to take action.
Orion Lin Yue was roasting rabbit without raising his head: "What's the price?"
The immortals were silent.
Lin Yue understood. He didn't ask what the specific price was. He just stuck the half-eaten rabbit leg on the ground, stood up and said, "Let's go before I change my mind."
He doesn't know who he is - the bloodline of the God of War in the heavens and the saint in the underworld, a being who was born "wrong" by the laws of the three realms. He only knew that sealing the Demonic Abyss required his life, and it also required erasing all traces of his existence. The people he loved, protected, and fought alongside will all forget the name "Lin Yue" forever.
But he went anyway.
Along the way, the cold-faced female general was ordered to "escort" him to his death, the crow-mouthed fortune teller rode on a donkey and insisted on following him to gain merit, the blind old woman clutched his jade pendant and waited for someone who would never come back, and the orphan in the Taoist temple held the dagger he left behind and counted the days until he came back.
And every time he used that extraordinary power, the black lines on his palm spread an inch. That thing is not demonic energy, not divine power, it is a secret that even Heaven is unwilling to face.
This is the story of a mortal man going to his death.
But those who go to death may not really die.
A single ember of a mortal person can illuminate the three realms. But after the ember is extinguished, the remaining warmth remains.
He thought it was just a thought left by his mother, but he didn't know that it contained the biggest taboo in the three worlds - he was the combination of the bloodline of the God of War in heaven and the saint in the underworld, a person who should not exist in the world.
