Dragon Vein Craftsman Soul

A blood-stained remnant inkstone from the Ming Dynasty allowed the inkstone keeper Lu Mingzhou to touch the roar of a dying dragon under Jiujiang City; A hoarse Qingyang ancient tune made Liu Yinghuai, an apprentice in the troupe, hear the weeping and mourning in the clouds and mist of Mount Lu. In the darkness, the drones of technological fanatics hover like vultures, and the ancient earth veins become the ultimate prey of the "Eternal Life Plan"; On the bright side, the heirs of the grass dragon with broken arms, the singers who lost their voices, and the craftsmen with dyed scales sacrificed their flesh and blood at the bottom of Shizhong Mountain, on top of Suojiang Tower, and deep in the Bailu Cave—— For the fire of civilization, put your last backbone. "If mountains and rivers have spirits, use my bones as inkstones and my blood as strings." This is a life and death game about inheritance, And the guardian's song is ringing out from the abyss——