On the day of the spiritual test, Ye Chen pressed his hand on the spiritual test stone. The light that lights up is zero.
Ling Linggen, two words, nailed his sixteen-year-old life to the pillar of shame. The crowd roared with laughter, and the city lord's son blocked his way and spat: "Is an ant worthy of cultivating immortality?"
He said nothing. He just remembered.
No one knows that Ye Chen has something unique in the world - he can hear emotions. He could hear the hesitation in his fist, the killing intent on the blade, and the cry that had been hidden under the abyss for three thousand years.
This is called resonance. The way of the ancient ancestors has been broken for three thousand years.
And what he heard was the biggest secret in the world. The spiritual energy cultivated by the monks is the blood drawn by the Dial from another world. On the other side of the split plane, there were once billions of consciousness bodies, but now there are only three million left, and three more will disappear forever every day. In three years, that world will be completely dead.
He is the seventh guest, the last bridge between the two worlds.
The guest in Room No. 1 Killed Tiandao, the guest in Room No. 3 Had been guarding him for three thousand years, and the girl lived her life as a door. The seniors must either kill or die.
But Ye Chen didn't recognize it.
Why do we have to step on the bones of another world to save the world? He decided to take the third path - to let the two worlds breathe together again, to bring back the dead and the new, and to let the gray sky see light again.
If he didn't have spiritual roots, he would use these hands to find his way out.
He is a trickster. He is a mortal passing between the two worlds. But he chose to be the door.
