Mo Zhi

Yinghuo offends the purple wall, and lives in the quail fire. On the night when the stars fell in Ji Palace, Chen Yuan, the captain of Bairen County, woke up from a nightmare of being burned by fire and brimstone. The ink scale on his palm was imprinted with scales that did not belong to this era. On the border of Xing State, the breath of Xuanming flows among the bronze tripods and Yi people. In the fragments of "Tiangong Kaiwu" inherited by the Mohists, oracle bone inscriptions and cuneiform symbols fight on bamboo slips to form a bloody river map. The green luan at the corner of the nine-layered eaves has strange eyes, a floating corpse with scaly claws drifts from the Fenshui River, and the whispers under the face of Taibu Wu Xiannuo coincide with the trajectory of the collapse of the twenty-eight stars. Xinghou Jiyan used the ancestral temple as an altar, trying to use the essence and blood of all people as a guide to reopen the door to the ruins. The ancient maxims in the Mohist Juzi Order, the prophecy of the death of stars in the Liuren plate of the Yin-Yang family, and the remaining soul of Xiangliu sealed in the wooden armored beast of the public loser, all became the bargaining chips in this early gambling. When the ruler used to measure the sky rationally began to twist, and when the oath of universal love and non-aggression was soaked in blood and rust, Chen Yuan finally realized that the so-called time travel was actually the fate pattern embroidered on Huang Sanggun's clothes. The pivot of the "Kao Gong Ji" in the left hand is still measuring the heaven and earth, and the three evil stars in the jade cong in the right hand have reflected the reflection of the returning ruins - it turns out that the saint who adheres to the will of heaven is the last seal left by chaos in the world.