Full of Demons

Zhao Yu is dead. His chest was kicked down, seven ribs were broken, and blood flowed down the broken wall. Then he lived again. There is an extra heart in the chest that does not belong to the human world - incomplete, sleeping, and hungry. The blood of all the warriors in the mansion was drained by it, their bodies shriveled up like dry wood, and he couldn't even remember who he was. His sister's body shrank into a crystal in his palm, as warm and moist as fresh snow. He buried her under a banana tree and weighed her down with a stone, not daring to erect a monument. From then on, there was no longer Zhao Yu in the world, only Zhao Yuqing. He thought this was just the way of a warrior - skin training, bone training, tendon training, meridians opening, ruling the roost in four realms, sitting in three realms, and the master could not come out. Until he drained the blood of the first master of the Four Realms, blue appeared in the depths of his pupils, and the burning sky, the collapsed city, and something too huge to be described flashed in his mind. That is not the memory that the human world should have. He took a magic sword that was filled with coldness when it was unsheathed, dragged his two legs that were trampled off, and fled south amid the encirclement of the Yuliang Iron Cavalry and the Xuanying Secret Guards. Some people want his sword, some want his life, and some want to take him back - because that sword came from a long-extinct sect of cultivating immortals. Before she died, my mother said: Don't be a good person, you won't survive being a good person. He remembered. The ordinary world is just the first cocoon before he wakes up. The day the cocoon is broken, the fairy gate will open!