A scarlet gap opened in the night sky of Lingshu Continent, and under the blood moon, Ye Chenxing's twin souls suddenly awakened. The Shadow Hidden Blade split the altar seal, and the time and space compass reversed the tide of elements, but he witnessed his father's tragic death after his "Eye of Eternal Night" was gouged out. On the way to escape, Yun Zhiyi came out of the fog holding an ancient bronze sword. The star path of the sword resonated with the compass in his palm, tearing apart a shocking lie from five hundred years ago - the treasure that suppressed the elemental catastrophe was actually a prison for the first-generation Imperial Master Mo Xuanji to tamper with his fate.
The shadow of the Heavenly Punishment Organization is like a gangrene attached to the bone. The commander of the forbidden army who froze in time and space, the Poison King who eroded bones and devoured souls, and the thousand-faced skeleton who disguised himself as a close relative... The five chief officials hunted each other with forbidden skills, but Ye Chenxing got a glimpse of the truth: the sacred object enshrined by the Yongye royal family for generations was actually an evil weapon refined with the eyes of the master of Tianji Pavilion. When Yun Zhiyi's sword spirit backfired and exposed its fangs, the law cracks that burst out of Ye Chenxing's left pupil had spread to the longitude and latitude of the world. Mo Xuanji stepped out of the rift in time and space, and his fingertips were entangled with the shadow threads that had the same origin as him: What you thought was going against fate was just the final chapter of the script I wrote.
When the blood moon engulfed the seven stars, the bronze sword devoured the girl's soul and turned into a soul-eating blade. The Eye of Eternal Night shattered into stars before dawn. Ye Chenxing shattered the hidden sword to create a space-time chain, and Yun Zhiyi transformed the sword into a scabbard and melted the blade. The two faced a bloody choice at the core of the tide of annihilation - should they follow the blood contract of their ancestors and sacrifice their hearts to end reincarnation, or burn their souls to reconstruct the tampered rules? On the thread of fate, there is never a destined chess player. When the bronze sword cuts off the chain of cause and effect, new star trails rise from the ruins, and on the bank of the East China Sea, the rusty sword spikes are humming with the sound of the tide, waiting for the next hundred years.
