Born into a lineage that brings disaster and burdened with two extraordinary identities, he receives a divine artifact from the heavens that unlocks a dream realm. As storms gather and he awakens an unparalleled constitution, this young man of the age sets out on a journey of cultivation, following the traces of the heavens to protect what he holds dear.
The path of cultivation leads from cultivator to ascendant, then to soul transformation, the sacred realm, and finally proof of heavenly supremacy... At every step, life and death hang in the balance as he brings an age-old game of chess to an end. He wields the power of the gods, reaches the pinnacle of martial arts, and attains divine mastery of the martial path. A spectacular tale awaits!
This early morning is cold and quiet. Even the top of the mountain was silent, and all creatures seemed to be waiting with bated breath. In this peaceful mountain, rustling sounds gradually appeared, from far to near, until a low hoarse human voice was heard.
"Xiao Wang, how are you?" Master Yang, who was standing bent over, asked in a low voice at the narrow hole on the ground with some worry. "Are you dead or not?"
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and there was almost no light in the cave. Master Yang couldn't see the slightest bit of what was going on inside, couldn't hear Xiao Wang's response, and became nervous for a moment. Cheng Qiang was squatting at the entrance of the cave, saying nothing, with a worried look on his face. How much effort they have put into this single job. If they had had this resilience when they were young and studying, they would have gone to Tsinghua, Peking University, Harvard and Cambridge!
So...
"Xiao Wang, don't keep silent and want to monopolize it! Otherwise, I will bury you here and play cards with your ancestors!" Cheng Qiang was impatient and spoke without restraint. What's more, he was the first to discover this cemetery.
Tang Tian and Xu Gui stood around the entrance of the hole with shovels. This hole was dug by them, and they couldn't let Xiao Wang eat it all. But there was no way, except for Xiao Wang, none of them had the body shape to go to the grave.
Tomb robbery thriller
This early morning is cold and quiet. Even the top of the mountain was silent, and all creatures seemed to be waiting with bated breath. In this peaceful mountain, rustling sounds gradually appeared, from far to near, until a low hoarse human voice was heard. "Xiao Wang, how are you?" Master Yang, who was standing bent over, asked in a low voice at the narrow hole on the ground with some worry. "Are you dead or not?" The moon was dark and the wind was high, and there was almost no light in the cave. Master Yang couldn't see the slightest bit of what was going on inside, couldn't hear Xiao Wang's response, and became nervous for a moment. Cheng Qiang was squatting at the entrance of the cave, saying nothing, with a worried look on his face. How much effort they have put into this single job. If they had had this resilience when they were young and studying, they would have gone to Tsinghua, Peking University, Harvard and Cambridge! So... "Xiao Wang, don't keep silent and want to monopolize it! Otherwise, I will bury you here and play cards with your ancestors!" Cheng Qiang was impatient and spoke without restraint. What's more, he was the first to discover this cemetery. Tang Tian and Xu Gui stood around the entrance of the hole with shovels. This hole was dug by them, and they couldn't let Xiao Wang eat it all. But there was no way, except for Xiao Wang, none of them had the body shape to go to the grave.