Ye Qingyang's Qingyang Seal has been engraved into his soul. It was the God-killer contract carved by the sword spirit with a blood contract three thousand years ago. When the neon lights of the modern city illuminate the ancient inscriptions under the Antarctic glacier, he swallows not only his spiritual power, but also the memories of his life that have been tampered with by the Tianshu Society - his sister's hospital bed, the ice coffin in the laboratory, and even his own ordinary daily life, are all carefully choreographed scripts.
Sword Spirit Mo Wuya screamed in the depths of his consciousness: "Do you think you are resisting fate?" But the old woman guarding the Tibetan Pavilion thrust the blood-stained jade tablet into his hand: "Go to Tingyuxuan Tea House, your sister's bloodline is summoning the true era of cultivation." Ye Qingyang will eventually discover that the so-called awakening and rebirth are just the first dice thrown by the gods on the chessboard...
