The Sword Immortal's Reincarnation and Fate

It was a night of torrential rain. The icy raindrops shot toward the earth like arrows, chilling everything to the bone. The tiny swaddling cloth was stained all over with blood, giving off a pungent, metallic stench. Beside me stood a broken sword, with the words “Heaven Burial” carved into it. Those two words seemed to carry endless mystery and age.