Thirty thousand years ago, during the 'Three Days War', a world-destroying disaster came to the world.
When all things in the world were about to be annihilated, a man held a sword and struck the sky. With one sword, the sun and the moon were dusted, the heaven and the earth shook, and the "Three Days" retreated. This was the first sword of all time.
The power of this sword was so shocking that God forbade any more swords in the world.
Three thousand years later, another catastrophe is coming.
Seventy-three sages spent thousands of years setting up a plan to kill the sky at the cost of sacrificing themselves.
To kill the sky, you need to use a sword.
Ever since, in the sword tomb in Changning Village where the first sword of all time was buried, the sword seed was born.
Sword-making requires fire, and Mo Congqian embarked on a quenching journey as the furnace for forging the heaven-killing sword for future generations.
Wuliang Mountain, three thousand strong winds can do nothing to me.
Santuchuan, a place where souls are locked in reincarnation, chatting and laughing.
The red gold river, endless karma will never be quenched by fire.
The turbid flow is chaotic, filthy and not covered with dust.
If the sword is successful, the merit will be withdrawn.
But Mo Congqian shook his head.
"God does not have the virtue of a happy life, so now I forge this sword with my proud sword bone, unyielding sword soul, and perfect sword heart.
I hold this sword. From now on, heaven will no longer cover the eyes of all living beings, and life and death in the world will no longer depend on heaven. "
No CP, slow heating, group portraits
Intent: Everyone who comes to this world must have their own mission