Burning the Heavens: Starting with Lighting a Dying Lamp!

Three years ago, in that battle in the Northern Wasteland, his father died, and his own dantian was shattered. For three years, he guarded an extinguished bronze lamp corroded with rust, living like a dog in the cold rain of Qingzhou City. His fiancée took his resources and went over to his enemy, while the family elders sought to wring the last drop of blood from him. Since this world left no way to survive, Gu Changhe decided to stake his life on the lamp and burn a path to a brighter world. The day the flame rekindled, he saw a woman in red seated on a throne of white bones in the lamp’s blood-red glow. She said she was the source of an ancient taboo, an Empress of the Primordial Era who had once made the gods tremble. She said she wanted to borrow his life to slaughter her way through the vast Spirit Desolation Realm, already rotten to its core. Gu Changhe rose with the lamp in hand, lava in his right hand and kindling in his left. From Qingzhou City to the depths of the Northern Wasteland, from the Great Yan Dynasty to the forbidden lands of the gods! If the fire does not die, all living beings will tremble! “You want to see this flame go out? Sorry, once this fire starts burning, nothing but the blood of the gods can put it out!” At last, amid nine hundred million star rivers, atop the throne of white bones, the Empress blushed and nestled in Gu Changhe’s arms… “Now, what should you call me?”