When the shattered Mirror of Reincarnation reflected the bloody scars of nine lives, Lu Zhao, a menial worker in the herb garden, finally learned that he had once been a sinful immortal who severed the thirty-three layers of heaven with his sword in ancient times.
The moonlight over Qingyun Sect was tainted with pill poison. A heavenly secret talisman glimmered coldly inside Mu Qingxue's sleeve, while the bones of a fallen immortal bobbed in the wine brewed by the old herbalist. In this world where both the righteous and demonic factions treated the common people as pawns, the mirror mark between the young man's brows burned day and night. Each time he drew on the cultivation of a past life, another crack appeared in the mirror, imprisoning him in this life.
On the day the secret realm beneath the firmament opened, Lu Zhao watched the blood moon devour the Nine Domains:
His master, revered as the foremost figure of the righteous path, was refining the Golden Cores of fellow disciples in a forbidden ground.
The arrogant young lord of the demonic path tore open his collar, revealing a Soul-Locking Nail from Medicine King Valley embedded in his chest.
And the icy senior sister who always warned him through her divinations was rewriting the fates of all beings atop the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
"This reincarnation can go to hell."
As a bronze coffin rose from the Nine Netherworlds, Lu Zhao gripped his cracked life-bound sword. Wherever its blade pointed, the ruins of the immortal realm collapsed with a roar, and countless versions of himself from past lives opened their eyes in the mirror. This body could burn, these bones could shatter, but wherever his swordlight reached, he would cleave a third path through the mortal world.
