The Seventh Star Trace

On the night of the eclipse, I stole the sacrifice to the "mountain god". A black sword that can't cut through the bark of a tree, but can suck out the life. They called me a bastard and wanted to cut out my heart and sacrifice it. Until the Guixu Altar deep in the Burial Dragon Ridge soared into the sky, and countless arms stretched out from the gray mist, dragging the entire town into the abyss. Only then did I realize that it was not a mountain god at all. And I am the key that it has been waiting for for seven hundred years. Now, it's awake. All indescribable things are calling my name.