On the mountain behind Qingxuanzong, Xiao Yichen knelt among the piles of dead leaves and swept the steps. His meridians were severely damaged, and even the handyman spat in his face. The ground cracked, and bloody fissures suddenly opened - strange rules came: fair for one, violation means death. He raised his bloody hands and activated the fusion of all things. Fusion of broken meridians, the demonic body is recast; fusion of dungeon rules, transformation into a chess player. The genius of the inner sect who had abolished his cultivation back then was fused into a puppet by him in public during the sect competition. Those who stepped on his face, he wanted to melt into the darkness piece by piece. But every time they are fused, the memory becomes fainter and the smile becomes colder. When he stood on the top of power, people around him were horrified to find that in Xiao Yichen's eyes, there were only the cold reflections of the copy rules. Is the revenge he wants still considered his own?
