"One hundred thousand years ago, he was the swordsman guarding the world, killing all the evil cultivators outside the realm; one hundred thousand years later, he was a lonely soul in the sword tomb, waking up when the world collapsed.
The way of heaven needs to be recast with blood sacrifice?
He has to go against this rule; all living beings want to live forever and survive the calamity?
He insisted on tearing off this layer of painting——
No sword but no skill? He can kill immortals with a dead branch; can his sword penetrate the mysteries? He can see through his opponent's fate with one glance.
Until that familiar figure came out of the blood, with a hundred thousand years of obsession in his eyes: 'I broke your soul for you in the last life, in this life, do you dare to fight for immortality with me?
'
This time, his sword will not only break through all kinds of magic, but also - cut through the sky! "
