Killing Foreign Gods Starts with Detoxifying Cold Poison

[Imaginary] [Perfect setting] [Rational, cold-blooded emotional disorder vs. Calm, powerful and reliable father] Zhang Yuan woke up as a poor young man with a broken spirit and a cold poison. There is a golden dragon entrenched in his spiritual palace, and the two awakened talents are actually at the pseudo-king level - the realm of all things and the eye of heaven. He thought this was the beginning of changing his destiny. But when he was building the foundation, thunderclouds fell from the sky, the ink pool boiled, and the scarlet sky, wriggling tentacles, and indescribable living creatures in the ancient illusions all told him: this world is far from as simple as it seems. … "I am a 'chess piece' thrown by them with their own hands. My existence itself is a conspiracy." Provincial flow: Two lonely souls bumped into each other when they needed each other most.