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Li Changfeng, a graduate student in the Department of Archeology, broke an ancient jade, and with his girlfriend Lin Rouxue, fell into a nine-dragon coffin. What they came to was not the prehistoric fairyland, but a world that can eat people without spitting out their bones. In the ancient forbidden land, he was ridiculed as an ant by the remnant soul of the old Holy Lord; in the stone workshop of the Northern Territory, he bet on stones to win the Book of Origin, which led to his death; on the Imperial Road in Zhongzhou, holding the Divine Sword of the Emperor, he fought a bloody battle with the supreme being of the ancient clan. He did not want to become an emperor, but just to protect the person behind him alive. She was originally the school beauty of the medical department. On the day when her lunar body awakened, she was hunted by dark forces from outside the territory. She used her medical skills to make elixirs, used the imperial seal to suppress enemies, and used the book of life and death to reverse the yin and yang. People called her the Taiyin Queen, but she only said: "If he dies in battle, I will be buried with him." This is not a counterattack by useless materials, but an archaeological master who is trying to conquer the world of immortality. This is not the Holy Mother's salvation, this is about eradicating the roots of anyone who offends me. This is not a fight alone, but two emperors working side by side to fight through the darkness. Three hundred thousand words gamble on stone layout, and one million words compete for the imperial road. Seize the Nine Secrets, steal the Emperor's weapon, kill the Supreme, and suppress the restricted area. Pulling the coffin in Kowloon is the starting point. On the way to immortality, I sent my wife to the immortal realm and then entered it. "In this life, I don't seek immortality, I only seek that no one in the world dares to bully me."

For others to awaken, at least one soul ring is needed. Lin Yuan woke up with only one soul ring. White, ten years, the lowest. The world laughed at him as a useless martial soul, the academy threw him into the garbage class, and the Wuhun Hall regarded him as a research specimen. No one knows that his soul ring can evolve infinitely-- Ten years→hundred years→thousand years→ten thousand years→hundred thousand years→million years→ferocious beasts→gods... Each time you evolve, you will learn a soul skill. There is no quantity, only quality. There is no need for a second soul ring, one is enough. When the third-ring soul master used his third soul skill, Lin Yuan used his first soul skill to crush him. When the Six Ring Soul Sect's trump card was revealed, Lin Yuan used his third soul skill to fight back. When the titled Douluo arrived, Lin Yuan's soul ring had turned into the color of chaos, and the eleven soul skills rewritten the laws of heaven and earth. The Wuhun Palace is chasing him, the God Realm is surrounding him, and the whole world wants to take away his "first" Wuhun. But he just wants to know-- Why does that amnesiac girl Yueyao wait for him every reincarnation? Why did the remnant soul of the ancient god king say, "You are me, I am you"? What is that eye that does not belong to this world staring at? The single loop is the truth, and evolution is the law. This world thinks that the number of soul rings determines everything. Until Lin Yuan showed one of his soul rings.

When the last incense burned out, he returned from the end of the world and buried everything under his feet...

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