Three years ago, Ye Chen was the last hope of the third family of the Ye family - a middle-grade spiritual root, enough to join the Qingyun Sect.
Three days later, in a bowl of tea, the spiritual root was broken.
Three years later, he was the youngest slave in the mining area. The family of seventeen old, weak, sick and disabled depends on him to support them alone. The father's hands were crippled, the mother huddled up from coughing, and the third wife was blind and still waiting.
The only person who accompanied Ye Chen was a child who couldn't speak.
On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, the mute died in the mine for him. Before he died, the man who never said a word struggled to squeeze out one word:
"Room..."
The ancestral jade seal was soaked in blood, and a voice sounded in his head:
"The spiritual stone can extend your life. However, if you live for one day, you will be in debt for one day."
He didn't know what debt was, or that someone placed nine seals 30,000 years ago just to wait for one person.
All he knew was that the third wife was still waiting, the two children still had to eat, and he had to pay back those debts.
So he picked up rubble, stole skills, checked the account books, was hunted down, fled into the Southern Wilderness, killed his enemies, found the jade seal, exploded the realm, died once, and was revived again.
He is not trying to become stronger.
He wanted to pay back——
The third wife's porridge, the fifth uncle's legs, the sixth aunt's baby, and the word mute.
This is a story about carrying debt and not letting go until death.
He stepped onto the twelve realms of the spiritual sea step by step.
Not to get ahead.
I want to stand in front of those eleven graves one day and say:
"The debt is paid."
