Jiuyou Zhi Burial God Record

"With the rift between name and reality, all living beings are imprisoned. He uses self-destruction as a shield and forgetfulness as a sword, but he doesn't know that both the shield and the sword are the shape of chaos itself." Qingyang Sect's sweeping boy Zhanlu, whose spiritual roots were mixed and bullied, would sit alone in a mass grave on the first day of every month, talking to himself in front of the empty tomb without a monument. The sect only regarded him as useless, but they didn't know that there was a ninth god-burial coffin in his body - a keyhole that had been used to cut through chaos and seal his true name for three hundred years. When the Frost Festival arrived, the senior sister Muli pushed him into the forbidden place Dial Abyss with a "living celebrity sacrifice"; the inner disciple Bai Zhou used "volunteer" as a shackle and forced him to burn his name card with his own hands. The night watchman of the library, Zhu Yin, calculated the exact moment of his unblocking on the chessboard, waiting for the annihilation of "night" and "day" to meet. Only the mute handyman Qi Heng, when bandaging the cinnabar mole on his wrist, tasted for the first time the jealousy that did not belong to the memory of the old host - she was the "stripped love" of the first-generation God Buryer in his body, but she developed an independent sense of pain in the parasitism. The nine coffins gradually loosened, and the shadows of the first eight generations of tomb guardians awakened in Zhanlu's body. He thought he was protecting the people, but he didn't know that "protection" itself was the breath of chaos; he was afraid of becoming a new disaster, but he didn't realize that every "voluntary suffering" pushed all living beings deeper into a cage. This is not a passionate legend about a loser's counterattack, but an ancient fable about "naming is violence". When Zhan Lu finally spits out his unpronounceable true name, the world will face the ultimate choice: let chaos return to anonymity and exchange equality for oblivion; or use him as a new wizard to rebuild the immortal cultivation system established in the name? "The Book of Songs": Plants and trees are made of bones, oil is cooked over slow fire, and the details are thunderous.