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The world is caught up in strange rules. On that bus, you can only buy tickets by paying memory, and the passengers are inhumane. And I, Lin Feng, the game designer, discovered that these terrible rules are all bug codes written by me. When others were struggling to survive within the rules, I silently awakened the [Rule Compiler] in my mind. Delete the unreasonable death logic and insert a way out patch. Reconstruct the crashed copy data and weave a glimmer of hope for desperate passengers. They call me "The Loophole Artist," and the Abyss calls me "The Seventh Weaver." Until the blood moon is in the sky, the rules of the world begin to collapse, and all abnormal beings kneel in the abyss: "Ask the chief organizer to reorganize the rules for this broken world."

Something strange is happening, and the whole world is involved in strange rumors about rules. Others narrowly escaped death in the dungeon, but I bound the [Rule Designer] system and started a live broadcast in the safe house. My live broadcast room only sells one thing: customs clearance rules. "New family members, please pay attention! The S-level clearance strategy for 'Blood Apartment', today's fracture price, only ten years of life!" "The top brother on the list, 'Wuchang', will reward you with 100 million ghost coins, and customize the 'Silent Hill Hospital' speed pass service by name, arrange it!" By selling rules, I became the largest "arms dealer" in the horror world. Until that day, no one had cleared the strongest SSS-level dungeon "Abyss Marriage", and survivors from all over the world poured into my live broadcast room, pleading with me on the screen. I looked at the ultimate rules that were customized for me in the background and had an unlimited price, and smiled at the camera: "Don't worry." "The rules of this copy... I haven't finished compiling them yet."

Heaven and earth are a furnace, and all living beings are medicine; all realms are a disk, and you and I are all sons. This is an era where Taoism is taught by heaven and everyone is like a dragon. The tip of the spear can split the sky, the alchemy fire can refine the universe, the formations connect the heavens, and the literary spirit can shake the mountains and seas. All things can enter the Tao, and all living beings have their own paths. However, under this magnificent spiritual practice, shadows quietly filled the air. A pair of giant hands called "Pastors" sow the seeds of Taoism on the long river of time, waiting for the harvest. Are the supreme barriers of the six main realms a wall of protection or a cage of imprisonment?

A boss in the realm of gods was reborn on earth after his death, only to discover that this "law-ending world" hid a shocking secret that connected all realms. When he returned to his peak and tore through the void, he found that his former best friend had become a useless person, and the mastermind behind the scenes was far older than he imagined.