He woke up from the barren grave, and the world said that he was the eternal sinner who slaughtered the sect three hundred years ago.
He lost all his memory, and the only truth he knew was that Heaven had become his creditor.
Su Jiuyue broke out of the coffin and rescued an unknown young man. On the young man's palm appeared a golden seal that had the same origin as him - Qingdeng Pavilion, the last descendant of his long-extinct sect.
The person who rescued him called himself Jiang Muli and drew a clear line when he opened his mouth: "I am your creditor. What you owe me has not yet been repaid."
After sleeping for three hundred years, when you wake up you run for your life. The pursuers went from Jintangpu to Huangling, but the eternal true spirit in his body was sealed, and the spiritual energy could not be lifted at all. What's even more absurd is that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is fake. The pseudo-spirits that monks all over the world have practiced for three hundred years have their root in the true spirit sealed within his body.
"The autumn season is September."
During his escape, he gradually discovered that the cold-faced creditor had been waiting for him for three hundred years - it was not him who was waiting for him, but the spiritual energy sealed in his body. And the pseudonym she gave him "Su Jiqiu" means September, which is an obsession she has hidden for three hundred years.
On the high platform, he took off his clothes, revealing the eternal cracks on his back, the old self-inflicted wounds on his neck, and the layers of torture scars all over his body. At this moment, three hundred years of fragmentary scrolls, silenced monks, and tampered history books—all returned to their place.
It is easy to eliminate evil, but difficult to maintain balance. Killing can quell temporary chaos, but systems can bring peace to the world forever.
Before he returned to the ruins, he had to keep an appointment with someone.
Intention: A small light can illuminate the world, and a small door can determine the world.
It is easy to eliminate evil, but difficult to maintain balance. Killing can quell temporary chaos, but systems can bring peace to the world forever.
All races have cause and effect, and all races will survive on their own. The peace and stability of the road never depend on God or a certain person who acts as a savior. Everlasting clouds are never supported by a certain god or a certain person. It is countless mortals who are guarding their own tiny lights in the deepest darkness, one by one, connected to become light.
The way of heaven has never been overthrown, but has been changed bit by bit by the choices of countless mortals.