Possessed by the Patriarch, I Turned Around and Wiped Out His Entire Clan

Have you ever wondered if, beneath the skin of a peerless prodigy, dwells the soul of a clan ancestor?

My name is Murong Jian. I was born to be the Sword Emperor.

When I was born, an auspicious vision covered an entire province, and I was seen as my family's hope for a rise to greatness.

But my own ancestor set his sights on me.

After successfully possessing my body, he took over my identity.

And I, young and ignorant, became nothing more than a clone.

But so what if I'm a clone? So what if I've lost my body?

A swordsman fears neither truth nor falsehood. He only needs to keep moving forward.

So what if he possessed me? So what if he plotted against me?

What is mine will always be mine.

[A young boy caught between truth and lies, leaves his mother and travels ten thousand miles to forge a sword.]

[Tempered a thousand times over, he never shies from hardship. When he looks back, he has already reached the summit of immortality.]

Many years later, a peerless sword immortal stands above the heavens,

looking down at his terrified ancestor.

"Ancestor, do you know what the Nine Clans Elimination Game is?"

With a sweep of his left hand, the immortal sword leaves its sheath.

With a flick of his right, all nine clans return to heaven.

[He forges swords by burning demons, bright as stars. Even a counterfeit can cut through the mortal world.]