A sword is sealed with nine levels of power to cut the sky, and it is also sealed with nine heart-eating curses.
A gourd contains the blood of the whole family's sacrifice, and also brews the emotions of all sentient beings.
I fell from heaven and opened my eyes in the mortal world. Blood feud is the root of this, which makes me walk alone on this road of immortality paved with corpses. They said that my sword is both hope and disaster. When the seal is released, it will make the emperor bow his head and turn all immortals into ashes.
But every time I unlock a seal, I feel a little colder. The smiles of my dearest relatives, the strong wine of my close friends, the tears of my beautiful beauty... The warmth that I once vowed to guard to the death, turned out to be like embers in the wind and snow, blurry and cold in the face of absolute power.
When I finally set foot on the top of the sky and faced the hands behind all the tragedies, I finally understood——
It turns out that the greatest calamity in the world is not the powerful enemy pointed by the sword, but the irresistible... Ruthlessness of the way of heaven itself that I have gradually become.
Therefore, I ask this heaven and earth for the last sword:
My way is, is it to kill the emotion, or to have the emotion?
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