Burning Sky Ember Shadow

When the last ray of morning mist on the top of Qingyun Mountain was swallowed up by blood, the gears of fate of Lin Jin, a young man from Caomiao Village, turned quietly. He was just an orphan with mediocre qualifications, but he picked up a fire in the ruins that burned the past - the blood-stained seed, like the angry flame that had been sleeping for thousands of years, whispered deep in the bone marrow. When he first entered the Qingyun Sect, he crawled for survival under the cold eaves of Dazhu Peak, living with the wind and frost day after day, until he reached the arena of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition, where he shattered the genius' arrogance with one punch and broke through the cage of fate with one kick. But every step of this counterattack is filled with evil spirit and struggle. Behind every rise is the doubt and rejection in the eyes of the righteous people. Deep in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, the totems of the Wu clan reflect the forbidden light in his blood; on Liubo Mountain, the power of Blood Bodhi tears apart the hypocritical mask of peace. He is an abandoned son of the human race and an orphan of the Wu race; he is a hidden danger in the eyes of the righteous way and a pawn that the devil longs for. And he only wants to protect the glimmer of light that remains in his heart. The great calamity of heaven and earth awakens from the abyss of the netherworld, the gods and demons weep together, and the common people are like ants. Lin Jin stood on top of the World-Burning Lotus Seed, holding the remnants of fate in his palms. Behind him was the collapsed order and the unknown future. At that moment, he asked himself: When good and evil are reduced to ashes, how should humans choose faith?