My name is Xu Zhiqiong, which is the "Qiong" in "sky".

This world has the Way of Hegemony, the Way of Slaughter, the Way of Life, and the Way of the Underworld. I am in the fifth way.

In this world there are Confucianists, Mohists, strategists, and Yin-Yang masters; I belong to only one school.

I decide life and death in the mortal realm, specializing in killing the wicked and sending them to the underworld.

The wicked suffer in the underworld, I use the wicked to gain merit, I am the nightmare of all the wicked in the world.

I carried a lantern and walked slowly through the deep night.

A foul gust of wind swept ahead, followed by cries of agony.

Don't cry, don't be afraid, I'll help you deal with him, I'll give you justice.

Right and wrong, good and evil, will be judged in their own way; I, the judge, will make the final decision.

Xu Zhiqiong smiled.

Lantern bearer, hold the lantern!

Take a bowl, fill it with soil, count one, two, three, four, five. Plant a toad and it becomes a train, plant a soybean and it becomes a tiger. Cultivate a skillful craft, enjoy a lifetime of happiness without suffering. There are 360 ​​paths in life, but who rules each road? That carpenter is skilled, his ink lines divide yin and yang with a flick of his finger, his mortise and tenon joints subdue the eight directions. This blacksmith is capable, his furnace roars with iron fire, his hammer strikes a thousand times, splitting dawn and dusk. There's also a tailor with great ambition, his every thread shaping the world, his needle determining yin and yang. And then there's the cook with a ruthless heart, his iron stove burning like hell, his blade wielding wind and thunder, his bones as fuel. In Wansheng Prefecture, a thousand people, a thousand faces, ten thousand lives, ten thousand changes. Zhang Laifu stands in the sea of ​​people, laughing triumphantly, "Come on, follow me and enjoy happiness!"

Two railroad tracks rushed into the yard, and a steam train broke through the door.

The singer in cheongsam ate ten kilograms of steamed buns, stepped onto the railway track, roared, and stopped the train. She was a food cultivator.

The old man who smoked dry cigarettes blew out the smoke and burned the beauty's cheongsam. He was the smoke repairer.

The young man driving the rickshaw snatched the old man's pipe and pot and ran away without a trace. He was a traveling repairman.

After running for an hour, the young man was still on the train.

The train is a home for home repairs. Once you get on the train, you can’t even think about leaving.

This is Prozhou.

There are hundreds of schools in the world, who can compete with them?

Provincial, who is the leader.

Zeus’s thunder roared in the sky, Gaia’s anger burned on the earth.

I came from the Jurassic and witnessed the world once dominated by gods.

The glorious age of the gods has withered, the turbulent empire is rising, the ancient gods are regarded as heretics, the temples are destroyed, the believers are killed, and the gods are passing blood and artifacts to the world in anger.

Although he has nothing, he yearns for the kingdom of gods, survives in the mist of monsters, preserves himself in the battles of the nobles, and seeks a place in the hegemony of the kings.

Give me the blood of God and revive the power of my God.

Give me the name of God and restart the legend of the gods.