There were gods above the sky.
Until that sword split the sky and turned the golden light into a rain of blood.
The Master of the Qingming Sword stood on the Immortal Killing Platform, with the collapsed cloud steps and divine remains beneath his feet. Where the edge of his sword pointed, the law of heaven shattered inch by inch, and the bronze compass fell from the palm of his hand to the mortal world, burning out the reflection of three thousand worlds in the flames.
——This was the last scene Yun Wuqi saw in the illusion of Sword Burial Valley.
When he woke up, a vision of nine stars was covering the surrounding areas, and the compass in his arms was as hot as a soldering iron. Thousands of broken swords at the bottom of the valley trembled like whimpering, as if they were paying homage to an era that had been erased. The firelight of the village in the distance has dyed half of the night sky red.
He didn't know that what he picked up was not only the rusty compass, but also the key that Jiuxiao and Netherworld coveted;
He didn't even know that the star mark on his palm had been engraved with the curse of reincarnation as early as the night he fell into the mortal world as a "Sky Fire Infant".
At this moment, the first rune of the bronze compass is awakening.
The shadow of the Tower of Babel grows quietly in the moonlight.
