With Half a Pill at the Beginning, I Became the Biological Son of Heaven.

On the night when the purple lightning struck through Shuiyun Village, Su Bai crushed half of the Ling Qi Pill. Half of the pill was fed into Fa Xiao's throat, and the other half was mixed with the blood from his own fingers and swallowed - fate is a matter of love, and it is duty to keep half a pill to gamble with one's life. The Third Eye floating in the air waves of Broken Pill seems to be able to see through the details of Enlightenment. The bronze lock of the Sutra Pavilion swallows runes, the dragon shadow sleeps at the bottom of the spiritual pool, the white beast in the sleeve can swallow up the spiritual energy even if it takes a nap, and the magic knife that can split space can be pulled out. When the outer disciples laughed at him, he used his Third Eye to secretly learn the secret scriptures. On the day of the competition, the Qingyun Sword drank blood. From the bottom to the core, the sword peak was only enough to cut seven throats. But the three realms are like a piece of ironed talisman paper, and the "son of heaven" may be a seed. It wasn't until the demon's fangs burst out of his gentle smile that Su Bai understood: Tiandao had embroidered "resistance" into the play. He wanted to plant a Bodhi tree in the ashes that would break the sky. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!