On the night I was born, a demon king came and cut off the long river of time.
He set himself on fire and burnt all the fruits of the three lifetimes, just to carve a curse seal on my destiny——
This child cannot live.
Eighteen years later, I held the demon-slaying sword.
When the sword was unsheathed, nine heavenly tribulation thunders surged out from my palm, illuminating the sky that stretched thousands of miles across the Demon Realm.
The demon king who once destroyed the Dharma and cursed me to death is now lying in the shadow cast by the edge of my sword.
It turns out that what He saw across time was not my death,
But where my sword point is -
The entire demon clan's sky looks like it's falling down
