Tiandaohuawei

In the thirty-seventh year of Ming Dynasty, it was the ninth day of September. Seven days after hearing the vision at Taoya in Qingcheng Mountain, the first group of people to arrive were people from the Tang Sect in Sichuan. Third Elder Tang Qianji touched the cracks in the stone box, and as soon as his fingertips touched the line "The stone is hanging in the sky, and the blood is boiling in the rivers and lakes", the stone box turned into powder out of thin air and fell rustlingly. There is nothing in the box. But within three feet of the top of the cliff, all the vegetation was withered and yellow, as if it had been drained of life. "The three unique relics have chosen their owner and left." Tang Qianji sighed and ordered his disciples to block the news. But that night, seventeen flying pigeons had already flown out of Qingcheng Mountain from different directions - Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Beggar Gang, Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and even the Golden Tent Royal Court far outside the customs had received secret reports. The rivers and lakes, this deep water that had been silent for decades, was finally thrown into a stone that was enough to set off huge waves. On the same day, Qilitang, Suzhou Prefecture, Jiangnan. Xu Liang, a seventeen-year-old blacksmith apprentice, was cutting out a warm jade pendant from a piece of "meteorite iron" customized by a customer. The tentacles of the jade pendant are warm, and the pattern of the Big Dipper on the surface is shining with a faint brilliance under the light of the fire. Xu Liang didn't know that the moment he put the jade pendant into his arms—— Three hundred years of reincarnation of the chess game of heaven and earth, the first piece has quietly fallen.