My fiancée bit through her tongue and hurled herself against the Panlong Pillar, dying as her blood sprayed across my arms.
That same day, my meridians were crippled, and I was kicked off a cliff thousands of feet high.
At the bottom of the cliff, a shard of black, evil bone merged into my chest.
From then on, resentment, baleful energy, curses, restless spirits, death calamities, every disaster in the world became fuel for my rise.
The Eye of Misfortune opened, and I could see the date of death above every person's head.
I cut down princes, annihilated the Su family, and slaughtered an empire. With severed heads in hand, I stood atop the ruins of the imperial city.
I thought I was defying fate and changing my destiny.
Until my mother burned her soul and died. Her unfinished last words pointed toward the heavens above.
Only then did I understand that all my suffering was part of a thousand-year-long captivity.
The day the evil bone reached perfection would be the day the Divine Emperor descended to seize my body.
"You want to raise my bone?"
I pulled the bloodstained evil bone from my chest, devoured the calamities of the Three Realms, and smashed the Temple of Fate with one punch.
