Three years ago, Yu Wangshu knelt on the Immortal Killing Platform and watched with his own eyes as his spiritual roots were cut out and embedded in his junior sister's body. They all said that the swordsman genius had fallen. Three years later, the Tianmen collapsed, thousands of swords roared, and many geniuses knelt down to beg the divine sword to recognize its master. But the fierce sword that had guarded Tianmen for thousands of years flew straight to the girl sweeping the floor in the corner, and rubbed her palm affectionately: "Sword guard Yu Wangshu, everyone in the world thinks you are guarding the sword, but they don't know that the sword is waiting for your return."
Yu Wangshu caressed the blade of the sword, and the nine spiritual wheels suddenly appeared behind him, and the Nine Turns of Shura Netherworld Art was revealed again. What she was waiting for was for Wan Zong to come to court today and step on his former enemies to become immortals.
