Rong Yun was a true sword cultivator. His sword was as cold as ice and flawless, able to span ten thousand miles with a single swing, cleaving mountains and rivers.
Until he became an immortal, he was no more than an ant. To ascend and attain the Dao, he had to sever the thing he cared about most. But what did he care about?
His sword? No, that was his Dao.
Love? He had none at all.
After much thought, Rong Yun realized that the only person he truly cared about was himself.
And so, on the day of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, everyone heard that Sect Master Rong Yun had drawn his sword and "cut his own throat"!!!
After reincarnating to cultivate anew, Rong Yun chanced upon the Demon Lord, said to be so vicious that he could stop children from crying at night.
But who would have thought!
The legendary Demon Lord turned out to be a foodie, a drunkard, a pampered little darling, and a copycat who stuck to him like glue!!!!
He practiced the left-handed sword, so the Demon Lord did too.
He ate peanut cakes, so the Demon Lord did too.
Wherever he went, the Demon Lord followed.
Only later did Rong Yun discover that the Demon Lord was the inner demon he had severed and abandoned in the mortal world hundreds of years ago.
This is a story about me falling in love with myself.
Scheming, insanely powerful top x icy, short-tempered powerhouse bottom
Theme: Always believe in the future. You are not walking alone.