Emberfrost Blade

There are three hundred sapphire skeletons buried in the snow that never melts all year round on the top of the twelve peaks in the north. When Lin Yan held the half-cut blade and cut open the ninth rib, a cluster of white plum blossoms suddenly appeared on his fingertips. Eight hundred years ago, a prophecy from the Tianji Pavilion came to the world, predicting that the Lin family's bloodline would give birth to a god-killer on the night of frost. On the day when the entire Lin family was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Xuanjing Division, Lin Yan's sword "Jinshuang" pierced his mother's throat. Now he is the youngest executioner of the Xuanjing Division. His wrist is wrapped with a dark iron chain that can crush dragon bones, but he coughs out icy blood at three o'clock every day. Those blood drops turned into white plum blossoms when they hit the ground, and each plum blossom contained an afterimage of memory - the girl with the chain piercing her bones was laughing, the man covered with a bronze mask was crying, and he himself was pushing the blade into his beating heart inch by inch. At night when the first white plum blossoms bloomed in the north, Lin Yan met the young man who called himself his brother on the execution rack. The longevity lock hanging around the man's neck and the murder weapon that appeared repeatedly in his dreams were clearly engraved with the same bloody totem...