[I once severed the river of time just to retrieve that bloodstained sword tassel, but this time, I'm going to rewrite the fate of the entire world.]
In the twenty-third year of the Tianqi era of the Great Yin, the spiritual energy tides of the Three Continents and Seven Seas surged for the third time. As the Heavenly Dao Stele high above the Nine Heavens shattered with a thunderous crash, a demonic rift dormant for a hundred years began devouring the mortal world. In this chaotic age, with the Heavenly Dao on the verge of collapse, a youth whose sword bone had been carved out took hold of the sword destined to slay gods.
Jiang Han would never forget that snowy night, when the three hundred blades of Langya Sword Pavilion snapped with a sharp crack. Once the young sect master and foremost swordsman of his generation, he now dragged his broken body through a blood pool in the Demon Sect, struggling to survive. Then, in the forbidden grounds of Medicine King Valley, he discovered that his shattered dantian concealed a karmic cocoon left behind by an ancient powerhouse of the Creation Realm, one who had reversed the flow of time.
