[Cultivation➕Pollution➕Purification]
My name is Ye Bai, an ordinary boy from Qingniu Village.
When I was five years old, my parents went into the mountains to collect medicine, encountered a landslide, and never came back. I thought this was the cruelest thing in life.
Until I was seventeen years old, the fog in the back mountain changed color.
The old village chief had a crack on the back of his neck, and an eye without a pupil grew out of it. Butcher Wang's right arm exploded, and its tentacles wrapped around his wife's waist. Everyone said it was a plague—only I saw the truth: those black threads coming from the back mountain, densely packed, entangling everyone.
I can absorb this pollution. The cost is that it's eating away at my body.
Before he died, Uncle Li told me: Your father did not go to collect medicine. He is looking for a doctor who can cure your illness. That year I had a high fever that wouldn't go away for seven days, so he took my mother into the forbidden area in the back mountain.
He died for me.
A deeper truth is revealed - the Cold Abyss Sword, the fallen weapon of the Outer God, is awakening underground. The cult is "seeding" everywhere, looking for a "container" that carries the evil sword's will. And the black sword mark on my hand is the mark left by it.
Ancient books record: Those who are left with sword marks will become the sword master. He will also be hunted by the whole world.
I should hate this sword. But when the sound of swords came from the back mountain, I heard it calling my name.
That day, I embarked on a path of no return. Either end this curse, or - become it.
