It is planned to be a short article of about 200,000 words.
Tian Boyang was deprived of his Dantian by the old sect and thrown into a mass grave to feed the wolves.
When he climbed out, he held a broken cauldron in his hand.
The body of the tripod was cracked, a corner of the tripod's foot was missing, and it was as rusty as a funerary object that had just been dug out of a grave. The first thing it said was: "You are about to die, so you can be used as nourishment for me."
Tian Boyang vomited blood and grinned: "You let me live first, and I'll let you eat."
That night, a wisp of green energy emerged from the cauldron and penetrated into his broken Dantian.
Three months later, people from the old sect came down to clean up the remnants.
Visitors saw Tian Boyang squatting by the campfire, stewing meat in the broken cauldron. Ding was very unhappy because what he was stewing was the leg bones of monster beasts, not the golden elixir of monks.
"The sect leader said you must die."
Tian Boyang opened the lid of the cauldron, and the green air filled the air.
"Just right," he said, "I also want your sect master to get into this pot and have a look."
One mouthful breaks the cauldron, and one is a useless person.
The beginning of chaos in the world.
