The Seven Realms' Great Racial Melee: One Sword Sweeps Across Twelve Provinces

The fifteenth day of the eighth month. A cold autumn night!

Chang'an City. The Ji family compound. A river of blood.

The cause: a sword that chilled the autumn air. The culprit: Ancestor Fenglei, Wei Wudao.

The lone survivor: the young Crow of Cold Night, Ji Luxiu.

Fifteen years later...

The Seventh Realm, atop Mount Kui.

Revenge. Slaughter. Three thousand disciples wiped out to the last, leaving him utterly exhausted.

Wei Wudao is wounded. Ji Luxiu is dead.

Transmigrated and reborn in another world, he will never forget his blood feud.

The First Realm cultivates the body, the Second Realm cultivates form, the Third Realm cultivates...

Returning to the Seventh Realm, one man and one sword sweep through everything.

It's a long story, and the plot is a blast. Just read it.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.