He spent seven years undercover for Qingqiong Mountain and turned the tide of battle with a single sword strike, only to be cast aside in the back mountains after his spiritual root shattered. For thirteen years, he served as the lowest of menial laborers.
Then he formed his Golden Core. On that day, the tribulation thunder in the back mountains alarmed everyone. Sitting amid a pool of blood, he did just one thing: settled every old score, one by one.
The Sect Master roared as he stormed out of seclusion, but he drifted away. All of Qingzhou thought he would conceal his identity and live in obscurity. Instead, he entered the deepest reaches of the Eastern Wilderness Secret Realm and drew the sword that no one had been able to pull out for two thousand years.
With the inheritance of the Sword Abyss Master at his side, he defeated the true disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect and slaughtered the Blood Fiend Sect’s wicked cultivators until they trembled in fear.
He thought he was alone in the world, until he found a white-haired girl amid the ruins of a massacre. Not even divine sense could lock onto her.
He had meant to protect her and keep her safe for the rest of her life. But her immaculate spiritual body was a priceless treasure coveted by every demonic faction, and a weapon for defeating their enemies that every orthodox faction yearned to possess.
When the entire cultivation world turned its gaze toward the girl, pure as snow, Chen Guan did just one thing: he held his sword before her.
“Whoever dares touch her will have to answer to my sword first.”
