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In order to find clues about his missing master, modern casual cultivator Su Ye triggered a gilded rune in an ancient tomb and was involved in the turbulence of time and space. He actually traveled to the Xuantian Sect three hundred years ago - the place where the legendary war between immortals and demons ended. As soon as he landed, the silver-haired and white-robed Master Lingxuan's sword pointed at his throat. The sect's mythology, who was famous for "killing the rebels and sealing the demon lord", looked at him with a look of fear that had lasted for three hundred years - because the bronze ring on Su Ye's wrist was exactly the same as the token of the "Xuanyi rebel" who was killed by Ling Xuan himself. At this time, a bloody gap opened in the sky, and the Dao Devouring Demon Lord that was sealed three hundred years ago was about to be broken. Wherever the black mist passed, all living things turned into nothingness. The phantom of the Demon Lord roared in front of him: "Rebel, you are finally here... The lock of reincarnation has been opened, and the three realms will be buried with you and me!" Su Ye glimpsed the truth in the broken memory: the man in Xuanyi was actually himself who had traveled to the past, and the sword used by Ling Xuan to kill the "rebel" was hanging above his head three hundred years later. The bronze ring is the shackles of fate and the key to travel through time and space. He went back three hundred years ago again and again, only to find that every struggle strengthened the closed loop of fate - the ending of the war between immortals and demons, the disappearance of his master, Ling Xuan's obsession, and even the birth of the Demon Lord, were all inseparable from him.

Introduction to the work "Cold Sword Roaring at the Moon" The world is in turmoil, and demonic cults are rampant. Ten years ago, a bloody disaster destroyed the Wen Ya young man's family, leaving only a cavity of hatred and an unknown short sword. He walked out of the wind and rain, his white clothes were stained with frost, he was aloof and taciturn, his sword was his life, and he killed to stop killing. With his unique skills, he swept across the black and white paths, picked up seven villages in one night, and shocked the world with his sword. He was known as Xiao Hanyue, the "Cold Swordsman". The great revenge has not yet been avenged, so he broke into the Dragon Pond and Tiger's Den alone, climbed up the Black Wind Cliff alone, fought against the heroes of the Demon Cult, took the leader's head among the thousands of troops, and became a god in one battle. But the blood feud was avenged, but my heart had nowhere to rest. Returning to the misty south of the Yangtze River, my hometown remains the same, my old friends are far away, and the promise of breaking peach trees in the past is still in my ears, but now all that is left is desolation. He originally wanted to go into seclusion and not care about his grudges, but the remnants of the demon sect have not yet been cleared up, undercurrents in the world are emerging again, and new conspiracies are approaching step by step, and he is once again involved in a bloody storm. The old grudges from the past and the grievances in this life can be cut off with a single blow. But how to end the obsession and tenderness in my heart? Along the way, he protected the right path with a cold sword, kept his original intention with solitude and bravery, and in the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, he wrote a legend of joyful grudges, chivalrous tenderness, and rivers and lakes.