I, Xiao Qianjue, a prodigy of swordsmanship who has not emerged for three thousand years, enlightened me at the top of Kunlun, became a saint in one step, and became the only swordsman in the world! I thought that from now on I could stand side by side with my beloved, the Empress of Great Xia, and guard thousands of miles of mountains and rivers together. However, at the weakest moment of my enlightenment, she handed me a glass of poisonous wine from behind and united the world's sects to surround and kill me. She said: "Qianjue, your immortal sword soul is the most perfect main soul for me to create the 'Ten Thousand Soul Banner'."
I'm dead, but not quite dead. My soul was pulled away by her and refined into the magic flag born from Recién, becoming its weapon spirit.
From then on, I became the sharpest butcher knife in her hand. She used me to slaughter sects, and I devoured the swordsmanship insights of top masters; she used me to fight on the battlefield, and I absorbed the overwhelming evil energy of millions of military souls.
She thought she had everything under control, but she didn't know that every time she used me, she was feeding me and making me stronger.
I watched indifferently in the dark world of flags, silently gathering strength.
Empress, Empress, do you know that when you think you are done and wave your soul flag to dominate the world, the "demon soldiers" you forged with your own hands will be your most terrifying nightmare!
