
About This Novel
In ancient times, there was a sword that traced shadows, soaring into the sky and spreading freely, conquering all directions, letting me roam in endless chaos. The sea of chaos, the afterimages of thousands of lights. Trace shadows, cut off waste, leave traces! Countless years of Dao patterns caressed the billion-foot-long sword body, and tens of billions of years later, the voice of Dao suddenly sounded in the chaos, "This body and mind are as sharp as one." "The sword is me." "I am the sword." "The Dao is like the blue sky. If the Dao is clear, the evil will not show up. If the Dao is obscure, the divine sword will come out. My name is Yiying!"
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