Demonic Pattern Tribulation

When heaven and earth first opened, Yuan Qi was born. The way of heaven is unkind and takes all souls as salary. There is no shortcut to cultivation here - plundering is the only shortcut. By taking the hard work of others as your own and refining your destiny into your own body, you can transcend thousands of years of hard work and reach immortality. Heaven acquiesces because it requires the flow of Yuan Qi. But the way of heaven sets shackles. The punishment of heaven comes after plundering, and the punishment of thunder follows like a shadow. The more you eat, the harder the chop. The ancestor of Jindan who tried to swallow up the sect was split through half of the mountain, and the ashes were glowing with electricity. Xie Xuan is a casual cultivator. Seventeen years old, his clothes are torn and his knife is missing its edge. He lives in a cave and makes a living by picking up the relics of the dead. He found a fragment of bone in the rubble. There is half a pattern on the fragment, and half the word - pattern is engraved on the back. He didn't know what it was. But he knew something others didn't: Heaven's punishment does not kill people, it only punishes greed. If you only take a little bit at a time, a small amount that is not shocking - then the plunder is a mine that will never be exhausted. He held the fragment against his palm. The first dark lines slowly grow under the skin. Thunder rumbled in the clouds. From that day on, a silent cultivator appeared on the edge of Shiwan Mountain in southern Xinjiang. He fell quietly like a stone sinking into the abyss. No one knew what he was looking for, even he himself only knew the vague direction - to break the invisible shackles above his head. Live like a human being, not like firewood kept captive by heaven. But he didn't know that the fragment didn't just open a door for him. It is also the key, slowly pushing open the door that sealed the previous era from the inside.