That day the sun set, the sky fell into night forever, and strange things arose deep in the mist of heaven and earth.
Lu Zhao, who came from time travel, opened a torn ancient silk book in his arms and discovered that he could actually refine the heterogeneous nature of heaven and earth, and beat his mortal body into pure Yang divine!
When the Manshi monk shivered by the campfire, the dark night in his eyes was full of walking game and great tonics!
The world has changed, black mist has become taboo, and even gods and demons dare not set foot in the mountains and forests outside the ancient town.
However, Lu Zhao is an anomaly. As soon as it gets dark, he goes out with a thick-backed machete to "tour the mountains and have a meal."
"The red-haired night devil? The meat is a little bit meaty, but the soup can replenish qi and blood. The nine-eyed evil spirit? The eyeballs are dug out and can be hung on the eaves as night-lighting beads."
The eternal weirdness lurking in the depths of the darkness was all numb: "Who gave this kid the courage?! We are the murderers who seek life, not the delicacies and wild game you raise in the mountains behind you!"
The long night is long, and the old skills are cut off. The ancient gods in the sky look down at the human world with cold eyes in the deep sky.
Until Lu Zhao cut through thousands of miles of heavy fog with one sword, his whole body was like a blazing sun collapsing clouds, shaking the nine heavens and ten earth:
"Since there is no sun in the sky, let me light up this world tonight!"
