Exile

Thousands of years ago, on the top of the clouds in the heavens, Jiang Yuhui, the goddess of sword sounds, was dressed in white, with clear sword energy and ethereal divine sounds flowing around her body. In order to protect the common people, she resolutely disobeyed the law of heaven, and was eventually ruthlessly stripped of her divine status and demoted to the mortal world. In the ten reincarnations, she was always beautiful and unlucky, and she did not die well, and the shackles of fate followed her like a shadow. In her tenth life, she was born into the Jiang family, a declining immortal cultivating family. As soon as he was born, he had ice-cold muscles and jade bones, and his spiritual roots were as clear as a clear spring. What is even more rare is that he has the ultimate talent of sword and sound. But the elders of the clan imprisoned her in Frost Cliff since she was a child on the grounds that she was destined to lead a lonely evil and act against nature. On the frost cliff, only the cold wind of the lonely moon accompanied her. The years had worn away the warmth in her eyes, and she had developed a cold and distant temperament that rejected people thousands of miles away. In this world, the immortal sects are divided and each has his or her own agenda; the demonic abyss is dormant, waiting for the opportunity to move; the evil spirits are running rampant, making the world uneasy. The demon that has been sealed for thousands of years is about to awaken, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gradually drying up, the undercurrent of the world of immortality is surging, murderous intentions are everywhere, and a catastrophe is quietly approaching. When Jiang Qingjue was eighteen years old, the seal on Hanshuang Cliff accidentally loosened. In an instant, a majestic and familiar power surged in her body. The goddess's remnant soul awakened, and an ice soul sword condensed in her palm. The sword's body was filled with a cold light. With a flick of her fingertips, she could activate the Nine Heavens Rhythm. Her talent for sword and sound cultivation was fully revealed. This shocking power instantly attracted the covetous attention of all forces. The Immortal Sect was afraid of her power, worried that she would become an uncontrollable threat, and wanted to get rid of her quickly; the Demon Clan tried to devour her soul to pave the way for the resurrected Demon God and increase its power; the Heaven Realm even issued a pursuit order, vowing to obliterate this "defiant and banished immortal" in order to maintain the so-called order of heaven. In the endless pursuit and escape, Jiang Yuhui and the celestial god Xie Xiang'an were carrying the secret. Xie Xian'an was dressed in a mysterious robe, with a cold temperament and an inviolable majesty all over his body. He controlled the heavenly rules and had always been cold-hearted. But the moment he saw Jiang Yuhui, his eyes filled with pain and obsession that spanned thousands of years. It turns out that thousands of years ago, he and Jiang Yuhui were close friends who guarded the common people side by side. The two traveled across the mountains and rivers together, slaying demons, and even hid a forbidden past that was ruthlessly erased by the heavens. That memory, sealed in the depths of time, now comes flooding back. Since then, the two have walked side by side in pursuits and crises. They broke into the ancient secret realm together. The secret realm was full of traps, perilous, poisonous mist, and illusory formations were blurred. However, they supported each other and relied on the power of Jiang Yuhui's sword sound and Xie Xie's profound divine power to save the day time and time again. Deep in the secret realm, they deciphered the truth about the battle between gods and demons. It turned out that the battle was not a simple confrontation between good and evil. There were calculations and conspiracies of heaven hidden behind it. As the catastrophe of the demon god's resurrection approaches, the murderous intent in the world becomes more intense. Jiang Yuhui is as cold as frost. When the sword comes out, frost and snow seal the territory. Wherever it goes, the chill is bone-piercing and the monsters retreat. When the sound rises, the earth trembles, and the ethereal melody turns into a sharp blade, cutting through all evil. She no longer wants to be trapped by fate, let alone repeat the same mistakes. Faced with the calculations of the immortal sect, the ferocity of the demons, and the shackles of heaven, she holds the sword and plays the piano, breaks the situation with the sword, and proves the way with the sound. Xie Xian'an was always by her side. He protected her in his own way, resisted attacks from all sides for her, and solved the confusion in her heart. He knew the pain she was carrying and her determination to resist. He was willing to face this catastrophe head-on with her. In the repeated tests of life and death, the friendship between the two became deeper and deeper. Jiang Yuhui has gradually grown from a banished immortal by fate to a sword bearer who controls the sound of the sword and protects the common people. Xie Hao'an lost his former indifference, and only his deep love and protection for Jiang Yuhui remained in his eyes. When the demon god resurrected, the world fell into darkness and chaos. Jiang Yuhui and Xie Shao'an stood side by side, standing at the center of this catastrophe. Jiang Yuhui held the Yangui Sword and plucked the strings with her fingertips. The sounds of the swords intertwined and turned into a sharp light, rushing straight towards the Demon God. Xie Xianmin used his divine power to build a solid barrier around her to resist the demon's counterattack. "This time, I won't let you face it alone." Xie Xie's voice was firm but gentle, reaching Jiang Yufen's ears. Intention: Destiny is never an unchangeable conclusion. If the so-called "way of heaven" is reduced to a tool to suppress justice and cover up calculations, individuals have the right to use their will as a blade, cut off the shackles, and use actions to define their own "right path" - the true path is never to blindly follow the established rules, but to adhere to the original intention of protecting the common people.