When he was born, the Chaos Clock of Heaven and Earth rang, alarming the Black Hand who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
>When he was a boy, his family was massacred overnight, and he embarked on the path of cultivation bearing the blood feud.
>"Want to become stronger? Dig the black iron mine for three years first." The iron pickax thrown by the master shattered his pride.
>Ten years later, when he pointed his sword at the sky, behind him stood the beauty who would burn out his life for him.
>"This sword is for the common people and for you." The sword light he slashed split the chaos and illuminated the fog that had lasted for thousands of years in Black Hand's eyes.
>"So... We were all wrong?" Black Hand lowered his head, and the blood and tears dripping from his fingertips dyed the stars in the sky red.
