The Qingping Sword Tomb

On a blood-soaked night in the Cold Abyss, the Chen Clan's sword-forging workshop is massacred. The young Chen Qingya falls into the Burial Sword Abyss, carrying an ordinary iron sword blank, only to find a forest of bronze swords standing like a forest of bones. A tombstone bears the curse: “Never become an immortal, for all eternity.”

The ley lines beneath the sword mound tremble. Sword-devouring insects gnaw at the corpses of countless sword cultivators, the Dao-Seeking Pavilion builds a city with harvested bones, and the Heavenly Crafts Workshop secretly refines a Cthulhu evil array. Chen Qingya trades his lifespan for sword bones. As his hair turns white overnight and the meridians in his left arm shatter, nine discarded swords melt together in his palm to forge a god-slaying blade.

When the master of the sword mound transforms into bronze and merges with the ley lines, a hundred thousand sword puppets run amok. Su Wanyun's oil-paper umbrella tears through the restrictions, and the inscriptions on its ribs resonate with his birthmark:

“The Chixiao sword blank is a vessel.”

At the end of ninety thousand cycles of reincarnation, the First Ancestor's remnant soul howls, while Chen Qingya's ordinary iron sword thrusts toward the core of the ley lines. As the world turns upside down, he sees his reflection on a bronze coffin, his face overlapping with that of the Demon Venerable.