When I was twelve years old, my parents died in the mine.
Wrapped in straw mats, they were thrown into mass graves.
Ye Huang knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times, then turned around and fled into the mountains. Being chased, falling off a cliff, and sinking into an underground river—when I woke up, I found myself in a paradise.
The people here are simple and kind, but they have been trapped here for generations and cannot get out. They said: The ancestors left behind their legacy and waited for the destined person to come.
The moment the unknown ancient book merged into his body, Ye Huang didn't know yet——
The birthmark on his palm is called Huang Wen.
The aura he cultivated was called desolate aura.
As for the ancestor who left ten thousand years ago, his life and death are still uncertain, and someone is waiting for him to return home.
Jiuzhou is vast, and each state is stronger than the other.
There are thousands of races, including humans, demons, spirits, gods... Who is the enemy?
It took him six hundred years to complete this road from the mining slave to the Huang Emperor.
But what he wanted to go back to the most was the place where peach blossoms bloomed.
Someone asked him: Is it worth it?
He said: My mother asked me to look at the sun for her. I watched it. I also want more people to see it.
