I am the humblest mute slave of the Xuantian Sect. I spend my whole life forging swords but cannot touch the hilt.
The leader of the sect is a divine weapon of the heaven-refining level. He drains out the vocal cords of mortals and sacrifices them to the furnace, turning the throat bones of the people into mountains.
That day, there was a feast for the Immortal Sect, and thousands of swords rang out to celebrate the birth of the divine weapon, and the sound shook the sea of clouds.
I held the remains of my sister who had been forged into a sword embryo, made my own sword and jumped off the cliff.
The moment the skinny bones hit the divine weapon, the Jiuyou earth veins suddenly cracked——
A hundred thousand rusty swords awakened from the tombs, piercing the sky with the golden sound bursting from my bones.
Intention: Life is speechless enough, but fate speaks loudly. However, the sky and the earth are rusty, and a handful of thin bones crack the ground with the sound of gold.