When Wan Jun was fifteen years old, he was pushed into the Demon Valley by his clan brother to be used as live bait.
He was not dead, but he found a gray bead among the bones - there was no old man in the bead, only a black cat cub that was so hungry that it was chewing its own tail, and a cold words: "The price for claiming the owner of the Chaos Bead is that you will feed me every reincarnation of your life."
From then on, what he cultivated was not aura, but chaos; what he received was not a magic weapon, but a world core; the "cat" beside him grew bigger and bigger, gnawed through the demon valley, gnawed the sect, gnawed the stars and gnawed the ancient road, and finally lay on his shoulder and yawned: "Master, this Tiandao is a bit rancid, can you change it?"
Those who obey the heavens will prosper, and those who go against the heavens will perish. All armies will choose the third way:
Turn the sky into chaos, turn fate into yourself.
In the mortal realm, he killed the enemy of the clan with one sword, in the star realm, he suppressed millions of monks with one move, and in the immortal realm, he trapped the soul of the ancient ancestor with a game of chess - but when the ninth layer of the Chaos Orb was unlocked, he saw the hand that first pushed into the Demon Valley, from the back of "Wanjun" himself in his previous life.
This reverse journey is not about rising, it is about rewriting a life that has already been written to death.
