At three o'clock in the morning, the bronze bell of Chen's ancestral temple went crazy.
Twelve bells rang wildly without wind, and the sound was as sharp as a ghost's cry. Chen Si suddenly opened his eyes in the blood pool and saw the sky reflected in the water - there hung the shadow of a black bird, its golden wings tightly entangled with dark red thorns.
"The Fallen Seal... Is the Demon God's Fallen Seal!"
The great elder's crutch hit the ground hard, and for the first time, fear appeared on his withered face.
Chen Si wanted to speak, but found that he could not make a sound. The pool water turned into bloody hands, grabbing his throat and dragging him deeper. Before his vision blurred, he saw his father drawing a sword and pointing it at his clansmen, and saw his brother Chen Yexuan breaking in through the door, blood dripping from the tip of the spear.
Then, he heard his second uncle Chen Laian whisper softly:
"Good nephew, don't be afraid... Give your 'key' to your second uncle, and your second uncle will let you die more happily."
——On that day, Chen Si found out.
Some genealogies are written in blood.
Some relatives are made with knives.
A group of teenagers went from being forced to be bound to actively choosing, from being abandoned by their clan to becoming the pillars of the world. On the eternal balance between light and dark side, they embarked on an epic journey that engraved the law of balance with their flesh and blood.
Purpose: Growth and protection
