The Black Rain Chess Game

Black rain fell for three days. The heavens split open, the Great Way crumbled to ash, and a million corpses littered the myriad realms. Ten thousand years later, Blood Ruins City is drenched in blood rain all year round. At its heart, the Pit of Ten Thousand Bloods seethes with the blood of an entire age. Human lives are worth less than a bowl of beast blood here. The Blood Garment Alliance feeds on people through blood taxes, each layer preying on the one beneath it, grinding the living into pawns. When Ling Yi was six, the tax collectors broke down his family's door. He was the last surviving bloodline of the Yi clan, yet the blood-testing needle shattered bit by bit as it pierced the skin between his brows. “How could a bloodline this exalted appear in someone who has been crippled, ” That night, his father sealed the board with his broken body, perishing alongside the enemy. The old servant burned his own eyes blind, then dragged Ling Yi out of the blood-soaked jaws of death. He fell into the deepest part of the Pit of Ten Thousand Bloods. Billions of drops of blood surged backward and bowed before him, and an eye asleep for countless ages opened within the blood. With no cultivation technique, no sect, and no path of Heaven left open to him, he used his enemies' blood as ink and created the world's only Blood Art, a technique unrecorded by the Heavenly Dao, in a desolate place where no one had ever walked. A blood slave in the rotting streets, a discarded pawn in the beast-fighting arena, a blade of the Blood Garment Alliance... He donned mask after mask, turning everyone who looked down on him into a dead piece on the board. He was crueler than anyone, yet drew a line in his heart that he would never cross: I will devour my enemies' blood, but not the blood of the innocent. “In this world, you're either a player or a pawn.” “Then I'd rather be the pawn that flips the table.” Starting from a dead city that devours its people, he will follow the hand that controls the clouds and rain, climbing all the way to the highest of the Nine Heavens to see with his own eyes... Who is it that treats billions of living beings as pieces on a board they can overturn at will? And the broken game that has been played for ten thousand years has finally awaited its wild card.