All nine veins were gone, and there was not a trace of light on the spiritual stone. His father said in public, "Send him to the mine," and ignored him ever since. During his three years as a slave in the mines, he received more than 400 lashes, and his life was worse than that of a wild dog. But Gu Suxuan never accepted his fate. Until that day, mine tunnel No. 7 Collapsed.
Zhao Heng kicked two of his ribs and threw him into a death pit seven feet deep. Truck after truck of dirt was being filled down, and mud filled his mouth and nose. He was dead.
But he climbed out again.
No one knows that there is a door buried at the bottom of the death pit. The door was so dark that it had no boundaries, and there was blue light seeping through the cracks in the door, waiting for a mortal man to knock on it. Behind the door are locked all the immortals in the Three Realms and Nine Realms who do not want to die. He knocked away. He didn't find the door, the door found him. From then on, there was a tenth vein in his body that no one else had. Every time you use it, your life will be reduced by ten years. What's even more frightening is that the door only gave him three years. If the first immortal bone is not found within three years, his soul will be dragged into that door and trapped in the darkness where immortals cannot cry for eternity.
"When bones are buried in the Immortal Gate, the path to life is the path to death."
This is the first sentence engraved on the door. Gu Suxuan finished reading. He smiled. He had just crawled out of the seven-foot-deep pit. He was covered in blood and his mouth was full of mud, but he smiled happily than anyone else: "A dead end? Young Master, what I am least afraid of is a dead end."
There is no system, no old man, no anti-heaven elixir. There is only a young man with a three-year countdown and a tough look that climbed out of the dead.
