The day the Heaven's Mandate Stele handed down its death sentence, the entire Taiwei Sect waited for Yan Guichen to be executed.
In his previous life, his life-fire was stolen, his name was stripped away, and he ultimately died beneath the sword of Xie Wangchuan, the sword-bearer.
Reborn, Yan Guichen meant to strike first, but the sword that was supposed to kill him never came down.
For three thousand years, the sword-bearer had to kill the owner of the life-fire, the gatekeeper had to give up his name, and the tenth lamp could never go out.
But in this life, Xie Wangchuan cut open both hands and let blood soak the hilt, yet he still never pointed his blade at Yan Guichen.
The word “Kill” on the Heaven's Mandate Stele still dripped blood, while the entire sect's murderous intent pressed down like a tide.
Yan Guichen raised his eyes to the figure standing in front of him, his voice cold as snow.
“If fate truly cannot be defied, then I'll cut down fate first.”
Xie Wangchuan turned with his sword in hand and stood between him and all living beings. His robes billowed and his sword intent soared, but his words alone fell with unshakable calm.
“You cut down fate. I'll hold back the world for you.”
Only when the altered ancestral decree appeared again, and the names of everyone across the Nine Provinces began to be taken one by one, did Yan Guichen finally understand:
What they meant to defy was never just one person's fate.
It was a heaven that had been fed the lives of all living beings for three thousand years.
