Lu Chenzhou has no name. Seven years ago, his hometown collapsed due to a collective contract, and everyone was erased from reality. Only he survived and became a wandering treasure appraiser. It is broadcast every day on the contract live broadcast platform, and you can rely on a pair of eyes to identify the authenticity of the magic weapon. No one thinks highly of him—a nameless person. There are only three or five idle people in the live broadcast room. Until Yin Ruoshui, the daughter of the Tianheng chaebol, walked into the camera with an 'ancient divine seal'. 'Identify it. ' Her voice was cold. Lu Chenzhou only glanced at it and raised the corner of his mouth: 'Fake. ' Yin Ruoshui's expression suddenly changed. The number of people in the live broadcast room skyrocketed. A voice sounded in his mind - it was Xuan Ye, the ancient being sealed in the template. 'Want power? Fusion me. The cost is your ego. ' The power of the contract began to tear apart his real name. Lu Chenzhou raised his head, stared at the anxiety in Yin Ruoshui's eyes, and suddenly smiled. He decided to take a gamble. Tonight, he wants to let the entire world of cultivation know that the eyes of the nameless are sharper than any real name.
