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"Nine Heavens Dream" The snow on the top of Kunlun Ruins has fallen for three thousand years. Shen Yanqiu twisted half of a dead leaf between his fingertips and looked at the purple lightning surging deep in the sea of ​​clouds. Three days ago, he was the most talented disciple of the Qingya Sect. He could cut off the flow of water with a sword and produce flowers with a single thought. Three days later, he became an abandoned disciple of the sect. His spiritual roots were destroyed and his Dantian was shattered. Only this mortal body was left, trapped in this barren soul-breaking cliff. The sound of chains mopping the floor came from the bottom of the cliff, carrying the smell of rust and blood. It was a woman in red with an iron chain pierced through her bones. When she smiled, there was a cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye, like a poisoned Manjushahua. "Little Taoist priest, do you want to change your life?" She shook the bronze ring between her fingers, which was engraved with ancient runes. "I will teach you to swallow the moon and stars, and you will split the nine-layer lock for me." Shen Yanqiu didn't see that the jade pendant that had slipped from the woman's sleeves was faintly attracted to the half that was hidden close to his body. At this time, in the Kunlun Hall, the elders were facing the twenty-eight stars that suddenly lit up in the water mirror, their faces pale-- The "Abyss of Tribulation" that recurs every three thousand years has actually opened ahead of schedule.

As the Huashan Mountain shrouded in the waning moon crossed the cliff, Linghu Chong unexpectedly received a red silk sword tassel as a gift from his junior sister Yue Lingshan, but he also noticed that her feelings for Lin Pingzhi were gradually changing. One night, Lin Pingzhi came looking for him with his sword. His sword moves were full of vigilance and revenge against Linghu Chong, and he unexpectedly cut off the sword spike. The confrontation and confession between the three people on the cliff hide the unspeakable thoughts of the young people, the coercion of hatred and resentment in the world, and the initial understanding of "retention" and "growth". In the crisp sound of the sword breaking, there is not only the melancholy under the moonlight of Huashan Mountain, but also the most delicate human heart wrinkles in the world of martial arts.