Three days ago, my innate sword bone was gouged out alive by my cousin, and my fiancée forced me to break off the engagement with a sword.
The moment the candle dragon's pupils were reflected in the cold pool, time began to flow backwards in the palm of my hand - the sword bone that was taken away? I can condense a more domineering space-time sword intent! Trampled dignity? I will use the Chaos Bell to suppress the geniuses from all directions!
From the small border town to the immortal dynasty, all the geniuses from all over the world have bowed their heads.
Cutting through the long river of time with one sword, I glimpsed the shocking scam of sixteen years ago: the loving mother who changed my bones was actually a saint of the witch clan who sacrificed blood to millions of gods and demons; the cousin who called me brother turned out to be a body-stealing vessel set by the power of the gods.
When all the bloodlines of the twelve ancestral witches were awakened, I stepped on the sky and looked down at the heavens: "The one who drew my sword bones back then, let's see if these living beings in the three realms are enough to pay your debt to me?"
