The Abyss of the Sky

Shen Xuan gently rubbed the rusty sword, peering into the other person's red bloodshot eyes, peering into the fear that he did not dare to delve into. God displays great power, human life is like great medicine, and soul is like grass "Is the world the true face? It's interesting." "The so-called gods are just titles that stronger people give themselves." "Then I don't know what the difference is between a god like you and a wild dog before I slashed you." Gently blowing off the golden blood from the tip of the knife, he picked up the head that the world respected as "God" and threw it on the altar. Eyes that cover the sky stand on the dome, and demonic voices come from all directions to question Shen Xuan. The only answer they have is the burning blade. Every bone holds the sword, cuts through the dust, and above the abyss is the way back.