Lin Yan lived like the most insignificant speck of dust in the Qingmu Sect. Three years of Qi Refining had only brought him to the third level. With no family or friends and constantly bullied, he was mocked by the entire sect as a good-for-nothing who came along once in a century. Then, on a night when he was near death, a sword pattern awakened in his palm. In a dream, a bloodied figure in white left him a fragment of a sword manual. An ancient sword-qi art that used lifespan as fuel completely changed his fate.
Each sword strike brought life, and each life was spent. As his cultivation grew, his hair turned white. The stronger he became, the closer he drew to death.
He concealed his edge, endured humiliation, and ran at the first sign of trouble, silently forging his sword in forgotten corners. He only wanted to live in peace and uncover the truth of his origins and the shadow in his dreams. Yet, through every act of restraint, he revealed an extraordinary resilience and strength, attracting the attention of Su Qingyuan, the sect leader's secluded disciple: as unassuming as dust, yet blessed with astonishing talent.
She was kind and bright, with exceptional talent, yet she alone was curious about this quiet, long-suffering young man.
There are no heaven-defying cheats, no sweeping victories at every turn, only the lonely resolve to trade life for swordsmanship, and a cautious struggle for survival, step by step.
When persecution drives him to the brink, when secrets come to light, when fate hangs over his neck...
Lin Yan finally lifts his gaze.
In this life, he wields his sword with a broken body and burns the rest of his life to forge his path.
The day his lifespan runs out will be the day his sword returns to nothingness.
Until then, he will reclaim, one by one, everything that was taken from him.
