Heart Seal of the Gods

Fuxi deployed his formation for ten thousand epochs. Nuwa stood behind him for fifteen thousand epochs. Sanqing has been guarding the edge of darkness for 20,000 epochs. Darkness is coming. The gods dispersed. Scattered into ashes, scattered into dust, scattered into an inaudible word in the wind. All they left behind was a seed. Seed is not blood. It's hard work. It is the one thing that the gods spent an entire era and worked hard to condense. Chen Yichen didn't know this. When he was eighteen years old, he went out to buy soy sauce and never came back. He was drawn into the Kunlun Realm Gate and fell into the Tianxuan Continent of the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Miscellaneous spirit roots, waste materials, struggling at the bottom for thirty years, relying on the talent of seeing the remaining formations and pushing back the formation eyes to survive to the late stage of foundation building. He must live. It's not for myself – it's so that I don't lose. The gods spent thirty thousand epochs trying to block the darkness and failed to win, but they did not give up. He spent thirty years shielding himself from the cold shoulder and never won, nor did he give up. The same kind of "not losing" made the seed choose him. This is the story of the heart seals of the gods.