Library

Refining a furnace of Chaos Creation Pill and discarding the useless dregs of the world. I used the heaven and the earth as the cauldron and all the worlds as the salary, squeezed out all the immortal treasures, divine blood, and chaotic thoughts to become the supreme divine elixir, but then buried the residue and fragments among the stars. Two hundred and forty-three treasure maps, integrating the illusion of Tzechi, the temptation of Slaanesh, and the corruption of Nurgle, are scattered throughout the world by the law of cause and effect. A young man who broke off his engagement, a dying sect, an interstellar remnant, an ordinary earthling... All those who hold the map are drawn by fate. Black market auctions, the whole world is looting; plane battles, just for a scum. Some people become enlightened and become emperors, some go crazy and die, some dig out forbidden areas, and some harvest rare treasures. No one knows. The destiny they spend their whole lives chasing. It was just something I threw away after refining the elixir-- Waste.