The apocalypse collapsed, and he died in a bloody rain just before dawn.
Fourteen years later, a wisp of his remnant soul was dragged from the darkness by a sword named “Fourteen” and driven into the body of the self who should have been reincarnated.
This was a tampered timeline. He was both dead and an anomaly.
The wager between the Heavenly Dao and the Primordial King had already begun, and he was nothing but a discarded piece on the board, one that refused to be controlled.
Only after meeting her did he understand:
Across two lifetimes, she had always been his one and only sword heart.
