Broken bamboo slips, zero level soul power.
On the day of his awakening, Lin Mo was thrown into the countryside by his family to die.
Until the bandit's knife fell - the bamboo slips shattered.
It's not broken, it's opened.
The Overlord of Western Chu stepped out of the golden light and wiped out thirty-seven people with one halberd.
"Little baby, a certain family has been waiting for you for two thousand years."
Only then did Lin Mo realize that his torn bamboo slips contained eight thousand people who refused to close their eyes until they died.
Some people have knelt on the edge of the cliff for two thousand years, just to take another look at the Overlord.
Some people have been holding the broken sword for two thousand years, just want to shout "go home" again.
Some people only have one finger bone left, holding the salary they have saved for three years - that is what they want to take back to their mother.
Lin Mo traveled across the continent to find them one by one.
On the way he met a group of people.
Tang San handed his back to him.
Zhu Zhuqing blocked the knife for him, one knife, another knife, and another knife.
Even after the blood drained, he was still laughing: "If you're not dead, you can still block it."
They called him Boss.
Wuhundian called him a thorn in his side.
Three years later, eight thousand people who had been waiting for two thousand years stood behind him.
In that battle, the Wuhun Palace was gone.
But the real battle has just begun.
Ghost Douluo is not dead. Thirty thousand remaining soldiers were on the run. Hu Liena was trapped.
There is another door - a door to another world.
Behind the door, Ying Zheng was waiting for him.
"I have been waiting for you for eight thousand years."
The cracks are growing. An ancient being is awakening.
Zhu Zhuqing held his hand, which was full of blood, but held it tightly.
"Where you go, I go."
Lin Mo smiled.
Then let's go.
More than 8,000 brothers were waiting for him to return home.
There is another person who wants to accompany him throughout his life.
