The Yin Emperor's Family - Yin Emperor's Uncle

There are eight Hongmeng Dao Principles in the endless universe, and each of these eight Dao Principles is fused by a supremely powerful person. No one knows that there is a ninth Tao in the universe, and this Tao breaks through the Great Mist, and no one can touch it.

The company was broken up, his father was imprisoned, brothers and sisters were at odds, his fiancée betrayed him and got involved with his sworn enemy... When Chen Hao was in despair, he was selected by the Invincible Supreme System! From now on, life is full of golden fingers! What a rich second generation dude, kick him away! Why do you still want to get back together? There are no doors! Why is your father so powerful? I'm not even afraid of your grandpa!

The old man in ragged clothes squatted on the birch wood pillar in front of the dilapidated house, drank a sip of homemade shochu, smoked a strong green toad dry smoke, squinted his eyes, looked at the sunset that was about to set in the Changbai Mountains, and looked at a man about six years old beside him. A seven-year-old child who was playing with two native dogs, one black and one white, said: "Fu Sheng, the beast that scares Siberian tigers the most is not the thick-skinned black blind man, nor the 600-pound wild boar king, but the mountain guard dog that goes up the mountain." Many years later, the old man lay in an inconspicuous grave. The child who was not frozen to death by the smoke cannons in the heavy snow, or who was stabbed in the spine and rolled his eyes to death by the Zhangjiazhai villagers finally walked out of the mountains and came to the city. Like a mad dog that entered the mountains, he was bitten, knelt down, and bowed his head, so he was honored. His father, like an old turtle, died unknown. His brother is like a hungry eagle, fighting in the north. His father is like a thin tiger, facing the Jieshi in the east. Can he, nicknamed Chen Ergou, fight for a lifetime of prosperity? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate immortality, and all mortal roots are destined to be just mortals. Mo Wuji has only mortal roots and is a mortal!

Rise from ruin, resurrect from destruction. The sea turned into dust, the thunder and lightning dried up, that wisp of mist approached the earth again, the shackles of the world were opened, and a mysterious corner of a brand new world was unveiled...