For a Moment, Hei Shimo Did Not Swing That Sword.

Hei Shimo raised his knife. He had been waiting for this knife for four hundred years. But before the blade fell, he heard Yuanyi call out - brother. So, fate split. Countless Black Death Mo woke up from different worlds. And he finally understood that it was never his brother who really should be cut off. It's the obsession that has trapped him for four hundred years.