Eternal Reincarnation Festival

The snow in Daluotian Palace has fallen for three thousand years, and each piece contains the residue of a civilization. As the last scribe in the human world, Su Xin knelt at the feet of gods and demons and was responsible for recording the destroyed glory. Until that day, he broke the mahogany pen in his hand and lit the first sacrificial fire for all the heavens and worlds in the eternal night. This is a story about "recapture". Take back the words that have been taken away from the human world, take back the way back from being imprisoned in the underworld, and take back the fate of all living beings that have been toyed with. Here, words are the knife that peels away the hypocrisy of heaven. An ancient poem can make the gods and Buddhas in the sky lower their eyebrows; A piece of Buddhist verse can turn the Nine Netherworld upside down; A prophecy will definitely turn the world upside down and make it irreversible. When Su Xin stepped onto the altar that spanned time and space, all three elements in the heavens were sacrificed. What he cultivated was not immortality, but the thirty-six levels of changes in the universe that could crush logic and reshape reality. "If heaven does not accept me, I will open up a corner of the sky; if the underworld does not accept me, I will destroy this place." "Today, I will hold the sword and send the gods on their way."