Spark Realm

Everyone in this world has a fire in their heart. Some are bright, some are dark, and some only eat the fire of the same kind. Chen Jin's fire is gray. That is the heart-devouring fire, which specializes in eating the same kind. Every time it devours it, it is like swallowing broken glass. He lost everything - his brothers, his sense of taste, his seven years of memory, and all he had left was a piece of parchment that the fourth man had exchanged for half a piece of cake. The paper would light up, swallow evil things, burp, and give him a brief bitter taste. Bitterness is the medicine that Laosi boils. "Bitterness is a good thing, and bitterness means it is effective." Old Man Xi pointed out a road to him and said that he could see the sunrise after climbing over the mountain. But the fourth child said, don't believe Old Man Xi. Chen Jin touched the stone in his arms and continued walking. He knew that there was a war song ahead, and those who heard it would want to die. But he wanted to know where the fire that had been burning in his chest for three years and was eating him came from. Along the way of cultivation, one starts the fire in the heart, steals yin and yang, seizes creation, transforms one's true self, controls life and death, and controls fire. The extreme fire burns the sky, gathers the star souls, inherits the will, passes on the fire, moves the universe, and opens the spark! Chen Jin stood on the ruins, with the boss's body on his back, the fire that ate him on his chest, and a piece of torn parchment in his hand. He looked up at the eroded sun, turned around and walked in the coldest direction. He doesn't want to become a god, he just wants to return those three words—— "Don't trust Old Man Xi."