Traveling Through Five Hundred Years, Starting with a Counterattack Against the Emperors

He woke up from his mortal bones and lived as the most silent footnote in the imperial clan where blood was respected. For five hundred years, he climbed up with an attitude that no one could understand, crushing the so-called iron rules one by one, until he reached the end of the starry sky, standing alone between the five great emperors and the entire human race. In that battle, chaos was stained with blood, and the heavens became silent. Since then, the name "Jiuxiao" has become a taboo, but also a hope. He crushed the shortcut to the sky at his fingertips at the top of the mountain. His Taoist heart was as clear as a mirror, reflecting only his own Tao. His world is a vast star map, a cold and strict law, and an endless climb. Until a cold judgment, he lowered his eyes indifferently and saw an insignificant spring day. Under the swaying bamboo shadow, the cinnabar color bloomed quietly, causing the chaotic Dao pattern that was running flawlessly to stop for a billionth of an instant. From then on, what he held in his palm was not only the power of the heavens, but also a glimmer of starlight that he dared not use force for fear of disturbing.