"On a snowy night in the north, the old blacksmith thrust a rusty broken sword into the boy's arms.
'Remember, a sword can be sharpened if it is blunt, but if a person is blunt, he is truly dead. '
Three hours later, the black-robed man from the Bone Erosion Road stepped on the threshold of the blacksmith shop, only to see that the fire was not extinguished, and there was a line of newly engraved words on the sword platform:
'I have traveled thirty thousand miles to the Central Plains, and I will not return home until I kill the devil's head. '
What they didn't know was that deep within the body of the broken sword, a Hongmeng sword energy that had been sleeping for three hundred years was opening its 'eyes' for the first time with the young man's racing heartbeat. "
