Tibetan spiritual energy revived, and Wang Lin's body became a saint.
Resurrection of spiritual energy and global awakening.
Others flew into the sky and escaped to the earth, but I made a living by carrying corpses on the celestial burial platform in northern Tibet.
When the Vulture King threw me into a thousand-year-old ice crevice, a bloody ancient seal appeared on the giant bronze door:
"Using bones as steps, pain as food, the body becomes holy."
I endured the pain of my spiritual energy tearing apart every inch of flesh and blood, and was tempered into a walking humanoid weapon in the no-man's land.
Until in the Potala Palace Square, magic geniuses laughed at me for having zero talent.
The moment the bandage burst, the bronze body resisted the nuclear explosion-level forbidden spell——
"Come on, keep laughing."
Intention: Reviving spiritual energy