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When Lin Guichen was fifteen years old, he cut a finger. The wound had not healed for seven days and was emitting a faint light in the middle of the night. The messenger from the Piaomiao Palace found him and said: "You are the container. The person who sealed the sky ten thousand years ago sleeps in your body." Everyone thought that Fengtiantai was a tomb that suppressed the madmen of ancient times. But no one knows-Sealing Tiantai has never been a seal, but a door. That person sealed himself on this side of the door, not because of madness, but because something in the void on the other side of the door was smelling the smell of the world. Waited for ten thousand years. And Lin Guichen is the vessel that the man buried with his own blood for ten thousand years. According to the script, he should take over from that person and continue to guard the goal. But he didn't. He put his hand on the chest of the stone statue and said something that no one in ten thousand years had dared to say: "I won't hold the door. I'll tear the door down." I am just a grass in the mortal world, who uses me as a container?