Nine Heavens of Wind and Clouds: One Sword Across the Nine Heavens
Genre: Xuanhuan, Xianxia, Overpowered Protagonist, Ruthless and Decisive, High-Octane Power Fantasy, Nine Heavens, Classic of Mountains and Seas, Ten Divine Artifacts, Ten Kings of Hell, Heavenly Dao
Before he kills someone, he always smiles once.
It isn’t a cold smile. Just a faint little one, like snow settling on a blade’s tip.
Then his opponent dies.
Lin Xiao has no spiritual roots, no master, and no powerful backer. Yet he fights his way into Qingxuan Mountain, kills three Fusion cultivators with three sword strokes, and faces an ancestor unarmed. The Nine Immortal Sects, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Ninefold War Gods, one after another, come for him. Some die. Some kneel.
You ask what gives him the right?
There are nine sword intents within him. Every time he kills someone, their strongest fate is forged into his next sword.
The more he kills, the stronger he becomes. In time, even the Heavenly Dao can no longer sit still.
But the stronger he gets, the less human he becomes.
He dreams. In those dreams, someone kneels and calls him the “Sword Emperor.” Someone else calls him the “Desolate Heavenly Emperor.” And someone whispers softly in his ear, “It’s time for you to wake up.”
Who is he, really?
No one knows.
He doesn’t say.
He leaves behind only one old verse, passed down throughout the Nine Provinces:
“When the nine swords return to the heavens, half the record of the Desolate Heavens is written.”
What does it mean?
No one knows.
He smiles again.
Fire tongs Liu Ming, cool and cool [grass has been planted]