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Crossing the boundaries of time and space, Lin Jin unexpectedly found himself in the Douluo Continent and became the descendant of a blacksmith in the Holy Soul Village. There was only a wall between him and Tang San as a child, and they breathed each other. During the awakening ceremony, Lin Jin's gaze was like a torch, and he caught a glimpse of the sleeve arrow quietly falling from Tang San's sleeve. Its cold light silently told the memory of his previous life. The familiar plot scenes exploded in his mind like a bomb-- In this life, Lin Jin shoulders the mysterious [Secret Book of Soul Sources], has the ability to swallow the soul of the fallen, and has insight into the mystery of the law of cause and effect in the world. As the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline bloomed with a faint blue brilliance under the night, the secrets of the Clear Sky Hammer were analyzed layer by layer, revealing seventy-two flaws; Xiao Wu's soul beast identity also gradually surfaced, becoming an important chess piece in Lin Jin's hands... Lin Jin looked at Tang San, with a scornful smile on his lips, and his fingertips gently touched the source of the hidden wounds peeled off from Tang Hao's body, as cold and deep as a cold spring in the abyss: "Tang San, do you intend to live again in this world to protect your beloved?" Before he finished speaking, his smile became even more sly, "What a coincidence, my system is specially designed to swallow up this destiny!"

In the cold winter of the seventeenth year of Jianyuan, Lin Nianen huddled under the cold shroud, swallowing rough bran cakes mixed with ice and dirt with difficulty, but he had no idea that the pale golden scar on his chest was the phoenix emblem engraved by Wang Jin, the eldest princess of the dynasty. After six years of fighting in the north, he transformed from a corpse-eating rat into the powerful Yama who controls the north, holding 200,000 cavalry in hand, but he is willing to become the empress's secret blade. When the barbarian's heavy armored cavalry trembled and closed the door, he was carefully peeling off the skins of the grapes from the Western Regions for Wang Jin; at the moment when the enemy prince's head fell to the ground, the tip of his sword was still holding the Jiangnan apricot flowers he had carefully picked for her. In the Zichen Palace, when the poisonous wine entered his mouth, he drank it all with a smile, but with his last breath, he crushed the throat of the rebellious minister. Going back in time to the snowy night when she was sixteen years old, Lin Nianen looked at little Wang Jin who poked her head out of the carriage and looked curiously, and suddenly stuffed the Zhenbei Token, which symbolized power and glory, into her palm: "This time, it's you who will be in charge of the chess game."