When the ancient bronze jade came to life in his palm, Chu Zhaonan realized that what he drank was not the demonic energy, but the regret of the head of Qingxuan Sect three hundred years ago.
The abandoned disciple of the sect, carrying the Nine Nether Mysterious Veins, clenched the half-cut sword in the strong wind of the Dharma Ending Age. The moonlight shining over the cliff reflects the ancient secrets flowing in the sword marks, the hexagrams on the fingertips of the Demonic Saint reveal the prophecy of the annihilation of Tianji Pavilion, and what rises and falls in the bell of Fanyin Temple is the cry of a baby who died on a rainy night twenty years ago.
In the pursuit of good and evil, Chu Zhaonan used demon bones to repair the sword's heart and used the thunder to burn away karma. When the Jiuzhou monk's sword pointed at his throat, the Heavenly Demon's Great Formation at the top of the Tianzhu Peak was devouring the stars and the moon - the eye of the formation that was lit with the soul of his beloved, was it the World-Destroying Demon Lord or the last hope of the world of cultivation that was trapped?
At the moment when blood-red thunder streaks cut through the long night, three thousand masters with green hair turned into snow turned their whisks upside down and condensed their lifelong cultivation into one sentence:
"If the gods and Buddhas in this sky are all prisoners, do you dare to be the first evil sword to cleave the way of heaven?"
