Xie Tianmen

Su Yan has recognized two things in his life. First, he saw his own pale shadow on the smooth stone floor of the martial arts arena in the Miscellaneous Learning Valley. Three years ago, he was a wasted loser. Three years later, he opened a pair of eyes that he shouldn't have - red is rising, black is falling, and gray is steady. The price is that every time he looks at it, the shadow becomes lighter. When the shadow is gone, life is gone. Second, when he walked through the ruins of the third era and stood in front of the core of the Tiandao Palace, he discovered that the square sky above his head was not something that had been pressed there since ancient times. It is a door. Some are artificial, some are locked, and some use the spiritual energy of the fourth era as a rivet to nail the sound of all spirits. He remembered what his apprentice had asked: "Can the door be removed?" Can. Unload with your life. He burned himself to the last ray of luck and pressed the rewrite button. From then on, the sky was still the same, but the door was gone. The nursery rhyme is still passed down in the mountains behind the Miscellaneous Learning Valley: The good-for-nothing opens his eyes and looks at the sky for the people in the mud. The shadow burns to ashes, but the door is opened for us.