Ancestor Hongyun is dead.
The good old man who gave up his holy position and did good deeds throughout his life was surrounded and killed by his former "friends" on the bank of a sea of blood, and his soul was destroyed.
But he was alive again.
A wisp of unwillingness clings to the dying rhizomes of the Karma Fire Red Lotus and wakes up on it.
Who I am?
Is it Hongyun?
No, Hongyun is dead.
My name is Jinyun.
This is an era when you are not qualified to choose kindness.
Liches are slaughtered, and the sky is burned in ten days; gods are killed, and thousands of immortals fall; in the chess game of Journey to the West, all living beings become sons.
Heaven rewards good with merit and punishes evil with karma.
And I want to swallow up all this ancient karma!
