[Explosive devouring + no female lead + tragic, fiery sibling bond]
When the Vermilion Phoenix Sword pierced my heart, I smiled.
Because the people who drew my blood to forge that sword had no idea
I had been refined into a sword spirit, and the gluttonous fate awakened within me devoured divine weapons.
“The stronger the weapon, the more gruesome the death?”
Crushing my eldest brother’s heavy black-iron sword, I licked the metallic fragments from my lips. “You should say that to the divine weapons you worship.”
The slumbering Burial Abyss of Weapons awoke in my eyes, and memories from eight hundred cycles of reincarnation began to consume me.
The red-clad sword attendant’s gentle blade concealed a curse meant to kill her master. The wine gourd of the old beggar who once saved my life was engraved with the date of my death.
Even the sister I cherished above all had bloodthirsty markings from the Immortal-Slaying Sword emerging on her neck...
“The Catalogue of All-Heavenly Weapons is a lie.”
