Lord of Hongmeng: Chronicles of the Heavens

Lin Xuan, a reader of Blue Star Internet, woke up after staying up all night and became an abandoned baby in the cold palace of the Cangxuan Dynasty. There are no system pop-ups, no grandfather teaching skills, and no prophetic plot. There is only a piece of warm and cool ancient jade hanging around his neck to warm his body in winter and heal his wounds in secret. Other than that, he is no different from an ordinary child. I have read three thousand Zhutian novels in my previous life. Only when it was my turn to enter the game did I understand that the routines are all false, and living is the real thing. The palace is struggling to survive, the market is struggling, the sect is growing patiently, and the dynasty is playing a game of power. He did not strive for talent or gamble on chance, but only relied on human insight and step by step to find his way to the sky from the quagmire. The universe is never black and white: In Buddhism, there are true monks who save lives, and there are also false Buddhas who bring luck; In the devil's way, there are evil-loving murderers, and there are also love-loving ones who die; There are pure ascetics in the immortal sect, but there are also dirty moths; There are demon clans that drink blood like hair, and there are also those that keep promises and are sincere. When hundreds of schools of thought contend, ideas are weapons; strange rules stalk the world, and cause and effect is weapons. Others practice immortality, cut off their emotions and desires, and seek a long and happy life. Lin Xuan practices Taoism, carries love and righteousness, and guards the fireworks of the world. From ordinary martial arts to fantasy geniuses, from the troubled times of hundreds of families to the great catastrophes of the great wilderness, we have traveled all over the world and experienced all kinds of situations. It wasn't until the seal was shattered and Hongmeng returned to his throne that he knew—— The eternal chess game, with all kinds of fetters, turned out to be a catastrophe in the world of self-destruction. But when he stood at the top of the world, what he missed most was the remaining warmth of the charcoal fire in the cold night in the cold palace.