A Moment of Eternity

When the cicada pattern of the Western Zhou Dynasty Bronze Lord pierced my fingertips, and the bulletproof glass was instantly covered with gluttonous patina - I saw my own death three days later, torn apart by time and space. A scarlet warning exploded: "Nine turns of a mayfly, eternity in an instant." I am the last ephemeral monk, and my mother's determination to disembowel me and throw me into the chaos is engraved in my blood. The "clinic" of advanced civilization is incinerating and recasting human civilization, and its bronze roots are piercing into the core of the star. With the Yue Wang Sword in my hand, I used the nine-generation cicada as my salary to slash at the cold giant that controlled time. Live and die? This moment of youth is enough to ignite an eternal spark.