**Prologue·Sword Bone Burning Sky**
In the autumn of the 473rd year of the Cangwu calendar, blood rain fell from the Qinglan Mountains of Dongzhou.
The seventy-two spiritual swords in the Xuanxiao Sect's sword tomb were silent, and the star formation at the top of Tianshu Peak opened a 3,000-foot ravine. The last headmaster, Master Ling Xiao, was sitting alone on the Sword Transformation Platform, looking at the cracked Benming Jianwan in his palm, and suddenly laughed loudly. The moment one hundred thousand sword energy spurted out from his heavenly spirit, splitting the ninth level of thunder calamity into pieces, half of the Star Observation Pavilion in the Heavenly Capital of Middle Earth collapsed.
After a hundred years, no one in the five major regions could trigger the sound of the Nine Heavens Sword.
Some people say that on that day, the demons ascended and disappeared, and the Nine Nether Demon Sect's blood banner covered the Big Dipper; others said that Taoist Zixiao of Qingyun Sect saw with his own eyes that Master Lingxiao cut off the left arm of a certain Immortal Alliance giant before he transformed into Taoism. Only the wordless stele at the bottom of the Sword Burial Abyss in Dongzhou remembers that when the Burning Sky sword penetrated the void, an infant baby was thrown into the mortal world.
Now, the ants struggling in the cracks of the bluestone are digging into half of the remaining jade with their blood-stained fingernails. The old Taoist hanging upside down in the rain would not have thought that in this body with three ribs broken by the Black Tiger Gang, sleeping was a sword intent that could split the reincarnation.
After all, in this world of immortality, the day when a broken sword is reforged is often more painful than when the edge first appears.
