In the first year of Jingde, on the eve of the Tanyuan Alliance. Outside Fengxiang Mansion, the blood moon hung in the sky, and the door was cracked. Rotten corpses poured out from the depths of the grassland, and werewolves howled wildly in the firelight. The Western Army was defeated and its commander died in battle. In the refugee camp, Zhao Xibing held a Tang sword with a missing blade, and pressed the rust on the blade with his fingertips. The identification technique is activated - the dragon's evil spirit is sealed in the knife. Nine paths. Each time a stroke is drawn, the sword will sound once. The first pulse opened and he cut off the werewolf's spine. The second pulse opens, and the corpse turns to ashes in the strong wind. The supervisor officer trembled and wrote down the battle achievements, then turned around and handed over the secret order from the Privy Council: "Three thousand soldiers will be reduced and they will be beheaded at noon tomorrow." Zhao Xibing did not accept the order. He saw the lines on the back of Jiangsu's neck - the same origin as the door seal. With the third pulse opened, he extracted the star gate coordinates from Jiang Zu's blood. With the fourth channel open, he could understand the altar drawings. Memorials to impeach him were piled on the court's desks, and Jiedushi's assassins were squatting on the eaves. He stood among the mountains of corpses, counting the evil spirits surging in his body. When the fifth channel is opened, scales appear on the arms. The sixth pulse opens and the pupils stand up. Everyone is waiting for the Seventh Meridian - historical records indicate that no one can survive the Nine Meridians. And deep inside the door, a pair of even bigger eyes were waiting.
