Hei Xuan Crosses the Sky

In the turbulent times of the Tang Dynasty, demons and disasters devoured lives, gods and Buddhas gathered their souls, and ordinary people's lives were like grass and grass. Chen Jiuchuan, an ordinary boy who lost his family, witnessed the truth about immortals and Buddhas eating souls in the village of Blood and Bones, and then he realized that the heavenly bliss that the world spread was just a big lie to deceive all sentient beings. The hatred for the tragic death of his loved ones and the unfair resentment of heaven and earth finally made him make a crazy obsession - even if the heaven is purgatory, he will travel through the dangerous journey in his mortal body and go to the nine heavens to seek justice. He has no supernatural powers, so he can only use his blood to feed his path, use his bones to refine his body, and pawn his memory and soul to find a way to survive in the ruins filled with miasma and dangerous rivers filled with corpses. On the way, I met a soul-traveling woman, encountered a market merchant, saw strange things in the demon realm, and the false faces of immortals and Buddhas. I also picked up the remaining secrets of the great sage's troubles in the sky, and gradually pieced together the terrifying outline of the heavenly palace: the so-called Lingxiao was never a jade tower, but a pile of bones of thousands of living creatures; the so-called fairy light was just the embers after the souls of the three realms had been squeezed dry. He narrowly escaped death on the way to heaven, and his mortal body had long been alienated by the blood curse and bone patterns. He struggled repeatedly on the edge of survival and loss of humanity, but he always guarded the obsession of being a "human" in his heart. But when he split open the golden illusion of Nantianmen and crashed into the boundless mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, he realized that the road to heaven has always been a nourishing sacrifice. He tried his best to make a small crack in the copper and iron walls of the Heavenly Palace, turning into a ray of light carrying the truth and falling to the world. And what that glimmer of light reflected was not hope, but a more brutal purge by immortals and Buddhas, and a deeper despair in the three realms. Even if it turns into withered bones, the obsession born from the blood and mud has never been extinguished.