The nine realms collapsed, all races shed blood, and the dust of era changes drowned too many secrets.
Qin Shuang woke up from the endless darkness, her memory was like broken stars, leaving only an immortal body in the ancient battlefield. He held half of the rusty sword tightly in his hand - it was a fragment of the ancient divine weapon "Split Sky". The solidified blood stains and intertwined dragon and phoenix patterns on the sword seemed to be whispering a forgotten name.
"Who am I?"
This question echoed deep in his soul, but no one could answer it. Surrounded by bones, there are huge cracks across the galaxy in the distance. The corpses of gods and demons and scattered fragments of divine weapons can be vaguely seen in the cracks: the blade light of half of the "Pangu Ax" tears through the chaos, the remaining corners of the "Tai Chi Diagram" flow with yin and yang, and the evil spirit of the "Four Swords of Execution" permeates the starry sky... Each piece exudes a pressure that makes the heavens tremble.
Some people say that he is a world-destroying demon who has returned from eternity ago to start a bloody storm again; some people say that he is the savior of the world, carrying the last hope of the nine worlds, but has lost himself in reincarnation.
When he stepped out of the ancient battlefield where countless legends were buried, the Nine Realms were in turmoil again. Buddhism and Taoism compete for supremacy, demonic flames surge into the sky, the chants of angels are intertwined with the roars of zombies, dragons roar in the deep sea, phoenixes nirvana in volcanoes, and those sleeping ancient magic weapons are awakened one by one by his breath.
"Qin Shuang..."
A call that spanned eternity, carrying the breath of blood and fire. He saw the beauty that had passed away turned into ashes, saw the bones of his best friend being cast into a monument, and saw that he once swept across the heavens with the "Splitting Sky" sword and the "World Circle", but now he can't even remember his name.
