The ancient "Contract of the Heavens" is quietly disintegrating. Xinghen, the last potter of the Kinishi tribe, was forced to use blood as ink to write three ancient characters on the pottery wheel, becoming the owner of a "contract jar" with a blood contract.
From then on, his left hand inherited the poison of deceit, and his right hand filtered the pain of resentment. The angel's tactical report lists him as an observation target, and the devil's encrypted communication regards him as a variable that must be eliminated. But a greedy and confused sand fox decided that he was a long-term meal ticket. Carrying a clay pot and a sand fox, he walked among the cracks in the sky. What he wants to do is not to judge good and evil, but to use blood and fire to repair the cracks that run through the world.
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The subject matter is okay, the flow of traveling through the universe, traditional fantasy novels, also called classics in the field of fantasy, not funny, but should be grand enough, like a serious philosophical work
The subject matter is okay, the flow of traveling through the universe, traditional fantasy novels, also called classics in the field of fantasy, not funny, but should be grand enough, like a serious philosophical work