I Open Coffins for the Gods

Yunburi is a living coffin nailed to the yin-yang gap, while Yun Xiaosi is the bloody safety bolt on the coffin lid. For eighteen years, he didn't know that his landlord was the tomb keeper, his neighbor was the soul-soothing ice puppet, and he didn't know that the whole city was just a nail in the coffin driven into the bones of the ancient god. When the white bone umbrella staff tore apart the lies, he pried the corpse cabinet, removed the chain of the black abyss, poured dirty blood into the keyhole, until the Yin God's rotten blood filled the city foundation, and the mirror of evil hung high for nine days. Carrying his dying sister on his back, he thrust the rusty key into the whirlpool at the tip of the umbrella - the opening of the door turned out to be a cemetery where hundreds of millions of gods and demons were buried. In this extremity, the gravel is the soul that has been wiped out, and the remains are the only fuel. He lit the heart furnace to burn the bones of gods and demons, dismantled the chains of the underworld into life-extending fire, and dragged his umbrella stick towards the end of the desert. The singularity on the tip of the umbrella was blazing with dim light, and the mother's struggle for survival screamed at the other end - behind the giant door made of divine bones and abyssal ships, there was the resonant cracking sound of the coffins of the heavens. Either burn all the coffins of the gods to carve out a way out, or become a new tombstone in the cemetery.