[Classic xianxia] [Sword cultivator] [Devoted love] [Slow burn]
My name is Shangguan Zhun Tian. I spent six years sweeping the grounds at Qinglan Sect before pulling a rusted sword out of the earth at the age of fourteen. It had been buried there for thousands of years.
They say I have a rare constitution: every breakthrough is a life-or-death trial. The Way of the Sword has been inside me since the day I first opened my eyes. The spirit-measuring stele couldn’t detect my constitution, and shattered instead.
Deep in the forbidden lands, a barefoot girl sat on a broken pillar. Her fingers passed through the light, splitting it in two at her fingertips. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was clutch my sleeve.
The day I brought her out, she reached for my palm. Her hand was cold, and trembled just a little.
She has a constitution severed from the laws of the world. Her very existence is a flaw in reality.
Ascend through the nine realms and claim the one and only divine throne.
Before the gods fell, I told her, “Wait for me.”
She nodded.
