Qingping Jianzhong

On the bloody night of Hanyuan, Chen's sword-making workshop was brutally massacred. Young Chen Qingya fell into the Burial Sword Abyss with the mortal iron sword embryo on his back, only to see a forest of bronze swords standing like skeletons, with the curse "never become an immortal" engraved on the tombstone. The earth's veins in the Sword Tomb trembled, sword-eating insects gnawed at the corpses of thousands of sword repairers, Dao Pavilion extracted bones to build the city, and Tiangongfang secretly refined the evil array of Cthulhu. Chen Qingya exchanged longevity for sword bones. When his hair suddenly grew white, the meridians in his left arm were shattered, but the nine useless swords were melted into the god-killing blade in his palm. When the master of the sword tomb turned into bronze and merged into the earth's veins, a hundred thousand sword puppets rioted. Su Wanyun's oil-paper umbrella tore through the restrictions, and the inscription on the umbrella rib resonated with his birthmark—— "The Chixiao sword embryo is a container." The remnant soul of the ancestor screamed at the end of ninety thousand reincarnations, while Chen Qingya's mortal iron sword was piercing the core of the earth's veins. When the world was turned upside down, he saw his own reflection on the bronze coffin, overlapping the face of the Demon Lord.