On the day of time travel, Lin Yuan was ridiculed by Quan Zong as "waste blood".
He looked down at his blood and smiled.
Three months later, the mountain behind was filled with blood. He crawled out of the crack covered in blood. There was no injury on his body, but there was a monument in his palm.
It turns out that in this world, some people rely on talent, some rely on blood, and some rely on background.
And he relies on "experience".
Kill the monster, the blood will be condensed into a monument, and the power of the monster will be yours.
Overcoming the catastrophe, the blood was condensed into a monument, and the desperate people fought back in desperate situations.
Being betrayed, his blood was turned into a monument, and he saw through all illusions from now on.
The more roads he walked, the vaster the Forest of Steles became.
But the more monuments there are, the more severe the calamity.
Every monument is paid for by a life. Twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine successors died before him, and their monuments were shattered and people perished.
He is the last one.
And the only one to survive.
Later, someone asked him: "Mr. Lin, among your mountains of blood monuments... Which one is your limit?"
Lin Yuan raised his head and looked at the thirty-seven brightest stars in the nine heavens.
They are his monuments. They are also those who died - Xie Yuan, Jiesheng, and the twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine successors who cannot be named.
He said: "The monument has been completed."
"In heaven."
"As for the limit..."
He withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.
There are seven doors ahead and countless roads waiting for him to open.
"Wait until I finish walking."
[The monument is in the sky, and the road is at your feet.
Which stars are always bright.
