Reborn as a Broken Sword

I’ve been reborn again and again, and this time I’m still a broken sword. This sword is way too rusty.

“Saintess, the sect can only escape its inevitable doom if you obtain the legendary Holy Sword.”

A Nascent Soul elder who had been single for a thousand years fell to her knees in tears. “I’ve spent three hundred years searching for the Holy Sword. All I ask is that it help me break through to the Deity Transformation realm. I’m willing to give up everything and become its servant.”

The lawless female demon who ruled the chaotic age knelt before the Holy Sword, one knee on the ground and hearts in her eyes.

The various realms were willing to start wars just to fight over the Holy Sword.

Liu Lang was fed up. All he wanted was to cultivate in peace and take human form. But people kept trying to make him their pet. It was exhausting.