"The human race is just a burden to the immortal world." Xie Wuwang always looked down upon the human race, until Lin Zhao tightened his grip on the broken sword at his waist and died in his arms. She vowed to change the prejudices in the fairy world and rectify the name of the human race. Asking to kill the ancient demon god, for Lin Zhao, this was both an opportunity and a dead end.
The night in Guixu Division was filled with mist, and the sparks in the alchemy furnace were clearly extinguished. Lin Zhao stroked the amulet given by the old man and embarked on an unknown journey. In the darkness, Xie Wuwu stared at her leaving figure, unconsciously stroking a blood-stained human jade medal with his fingertips. Is this life-and-death gamble the undoing of Lin Zhao, or the sharp blade that tears apart the hypocritical mask of the fairy world? When the truth about gods and demons gradually emerges, who will become the pawn and player in this game of heaven and earth?
Purpose: World peace