Gluttonous Hourglass: Time Swordsmith

When the remnant soul of the "Luban Sutra" screams as a craftsman on the bronze chain, the flesh and blood of living people turn into ink to fill the gaps in the scriptures; in the swordsmith's furnace, corpse oil refined from the bones of close relatives and the baby's placenta boils in the bronze cauldron, and the moment sparks splash out, the sword is reflected The half-soul sealed in the embryo was beating its own ribs; the nine bronze cauldrons in the Tianji Pavilion rotated counter-clockwise, and in the liquid bronze flowing in the cauldron, countless hourglasses were devouring the birthday numbers on the book of life and death - which were written with the baby's placenta and belonged to Lin Qiubai's life chart.