Synopsis: Ji Xiu returns from her trials to find the mossy courtyard drenched in blood and her fellow disciples slaughtered.
The day the Frost-Coagulating Sword shattered, she learned that a century of warmth between master and disciple had all been part of her master’s scheme to kill her and prove the Dao.
Reborn on the eve of her sect’s destruction, Ji Xiu drags along her ruined body, ravaged by the backlash from the Wheel Formation. Her sword bones are shattered, and her soul is hollowed out.
Once the foremost swordswoman of her generation, now she can barely hold a brush.
“Master, did you hope I’d wield a sword like my mother?” She swallows the blood in her throat and curls into a cold smile over the bloodstained Heart-Clearing Talisman.
“But I’d rather wield a brush, dipping it in your immortal bones for ink, to paint a blood sacrifice that will set the heavens ablaze!”
