On the night when the thunder came to the world, Lu Zhao, a handyman disciple who was regarded as useless by the entire sect, triggered the Nine Heavens Thunder Formation that had been buried for thousands of years while cleaning the ancestor's ancestral hall. As the purple lightning engulfed him, fragments of memories that did not belong to this life emerged in his sea of consciousness - the Xuan Lei Sword Lord who fell eight hundred years ago, the last legend in the Three Realms who killed gods in a mortal body and achieved enlightenment.
When the bronze sword box wrapped with ancient thunder patterns broke out of the ground, the abyss of the Demon Realm that had been silent for many years suddenly heard the cry of all ghosts. The nine immortal sects were shocked to find that the world-destroying weapon "Xuan Lei Yin", which was supposed to be wiped out in the battle between immortals and demons, turned into a purple electric light wandering in the young man's palm.
"They say that mortals need to cut off their seven emotions and six desires to cultivate immortality, but I want to use these hands that have held the hoe to control the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder." Facing the demon-killing order coming from the thirty-six caves, Lu Zhao, who was covered in blood, condensed the lightning into a sword blade, and a hundred thousand rusty broken swords behind him trembled and hung in the air at the same time.
From the sword marks glimpsed among the weeds in the medicinal fields to the shattered list of gods outside the Nine Heavens Palace, this life-and-death situation that spanned eight hundred years turned out to contain the biggest lie in the three realms. When the blood of gods and demons is dyed red and ascends the ladder to heaven, who is the real chess player?
