Chu Jin, a good-for-nothing abandoned by the sect, was bullied every day, and even his spiritual veins were judged to be "death veins". But in the dead of night, the cracks in the abyss would whisper - "Master, you are finally awake." He did not know that the ancient existence Qi Yan, who devoured all souls, had already recognized him as the only master hundreds of millions of years ago. When the world laughed at his uselessness, the giant shadow of the abyss was tearing apart the nine-day star track for him; when the sect wanted to refine him as a sacrifice, Qi Yan used hundreds of millions of dead souls as fuel to ignite the fire of the true god that had been dormant for thousands of years. Waste? No, he is the king of the abyss, and Qi Yan is his blade that will never betray.
Chu Jin was framed to open an ancient well in a forbidden area and fell into the abyss of eternal night. He should have been shattered into pieces, but instead he heard a low whisper: "Master, I have waited for you for too long." Qi Yan woke up from the chaos and used blood as a contract to reshape his bones. During the sect's siege, Chu Jin opened his eyes, thousands of ghosts knelt down, and a huge mouth opened in the abyss, swallowing the entire mountain gate. He is no longer a waste, but the lord of ruins who makes the gods tremble. Qi Yan transformed into a young man in black robes and glanced at the elders of the sects with cold eyes: "Who allows you to touch my master?" The two of them walked on the bloody road side by side, cutting the laws of heaven and tearing the earth's veins. The sect master who had humiliated him in the past knelt down and begged for mercy. Chu Jin only asked: "Back then, did it hurt when you kicked me?" Qi Yan chuckled and cut off the sky pillar with one knife, letting the entire world of cultivation hear the laughter of the abyss.
