On the night Chu Qinghuang murdered her master for the nine-hundredth time, the Dragon Que Sword suddenly spoke.
"Congratulations on passing the trial. Chaos Dao Body No.
She watched the ancient Taixu script scrolling across the blade, then looked down at her master's still-warm corpse. Suddenly, she remembered a strange detail in the case files of the massacre from three hundred years ago:
Every victim had a sword bearing her name embedded in their chest.
At the Tianxu Academy's annual graduation ceremony, the Inspector's Seal Chu Qinghuang received was scalding hot.
Below the stage, nine thousand versions of herself clapped and smiled. Each one held the hand of Jun Jiuyou, who was pierced through by chains. The silver dragon's remnant soul screamed in her sea of consciousness: "Destroy the seal! It was forged from your marriage contract across reincarnations!"
The instant the Chaos Flame burned away the inscription, she saw the deepest conspiracy of all:
So-called enlightenment was nothing but an assembly line in a higher dimension, mass-producing weapons to slay gods.
Later, on the day the sea of stars collapsed, Jun Jiuyou drove the Jinghong Sword into his own brow.
The sword's energy froze the masters and disciples reincarnating in three thousand cultivation vats. His bloodied hand brushed Chu Qinghuang's white hair. "The System's exploit will only hold for three quarters of an hour. You have to go."
She gripped the blade in return, and the Chaos Flame followed the love tribulation, burning through dimensions. "This time, I'm going to weld my diploma right onto the Inspector's mainframe's face." [Core concepts]
Cyberpunk xianxia + endless nested twists + Lovecraftian reversals
A genius, unhinged female lead x a sword spirit that's a walking cheat code
I kill myself, I save myself, I become myself
