Xie Xi, the Venerable Swordmaster of Qianyuan, courtesy name Wuchen.
He achieved fame at a young age and possessed extraordinary talent, yet died on the eve of his ascension.
Before that, internal strife had torn his vast sect apart.
One scandal after another from years past came to light, including the secret behind the sect's Ten Venerables.
What was thought to be the sect's good fortune, a genius rising to prominence, turned out to be the result of dual cultivation with a cultivation furnace.
And that furnace was Xie Xi.
The world condemned him. The sect fell apart, and Xie Xi burned himself alive in his cave abode. After his death, his remains were abandoned in the wilderness.
Thus fell a generation's Swordmaster. His deeds in life and his reputation after death were reduced to a single verdict: too shameful to recall.
Once, his sword's cold light had made his name famous among the immortals. In the end, he lay forlorn in the rain, amid filthy earth.
Everyone met the news of Xie Xi's death with cold mockery and contempt.
Countless people had received his kindness, yet in the end, only one mortal came to gather his remains.
Liang Fuyu had once thought herself worlds apart from the Venerable Swordmaster of Qianyuan. He had saved her from a demon when she was young and then left. She never expected to see him again. When she heard of his death, she traveled a thousand miles, taking three years to reach the immortal mountain.
She built a golden statue of her former benefactor and offered incense to it, day after day, for ten years.
She thought that would be her life forever, until she unexpectedly learned the brutal truth of how Xie Xi had been forced to become a cultivation furnace.
Hunted down, her throat slit, she died on a pitch-black rainy night.
That very night, she was reborn in the year she first met Xie Xi.
This time, she clung to him until he took her back to the sect, where she became his disciple.
No spiritual roots, no path to cultivation? In that case, she would become a demon.
Master, don't look back. As long as I haven't fallen, no one will drag you down from the heavens into the mire.
This revenge is for you, and for me.
Theme: In the hopeless dark of night, I will walk beside you
