In the Jiuzhou world, sword cultivators are rampant. Everyone must find their own sword. The sword is the way, the way to immortality...
On the day Suning'an left the village, there was no cloud in the sky. There was an "honest person" in Jiuzhou World who was holding someone else's script? '
It was as if destiny had quietly opened a taboo window in Suning'an's eyes, and he often glimpsed strange things beyond common sense: the black gas surging in his uncle's body, like an invisible curse; the runes mysteriously appearing on his second uncle's body, like secret words from ancient time and space; and even another mysterious space hidden behind reality...
