Only when the ancient bronze jade awakened in his palm did Chu Zhaonan realize that what he had swallowed was not demonic energy, but the regret of the head of the Qingxuan Sect from three hundred years ago.
An abandoned disciple bearing the Nine Nether Mystic Meridians grips half a broken sword amid the gale of the Age of Decline. Moonlight over the Cliff of Reflection reveals ancient secrets flowing through the sword's scars. The divination in the fingers of the demonic saintess foretells the annihilation of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, while the chimes of Brahma Temple conceal the cries of a baby who should have died on a rainy night twenty years ago.
Hunted by both the righteous and demonic paths, Chu Zhaonan tempers his sword heart with demonic bone and burns away his karmic burdens in heavenly tribulation. As the swords of cultivators across the Nine Provinces point at his throat, the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Array atop Heavenly Pillar Peak swallows the stars and moon. The array's eye, ignited by the soul of the one he loves, holds captive the Demon Lord of world-ending legend, or the cultivation world's last hope for survival?
As crimson lightning scars tear through the long night, the sect leader, whose three thousand strands of hair have turned white as snow, reverses his horsetail whisk and pours his life's cultivation into a single question:
“If every god and Buddha in the heavens is a prisoner, do you dare to become the first demonic sword to cleave the Heavenly Way?”
