The Soul Is Broken for Three Lives, the Sword Belongs to One Person

In order to protect her in my previous life, I shattered the sword with my body and scattered my spirit into the mortal world. When I wake up after reincarnation, I have forgotten all my past life, but there is a bone-eroding obsession in my heart, driving me to travel across the three realms to find an unknown figure. During the long journey, I met three completely different women one after another. Every time I saw them, my soul trembled, and I felt inexplicable palpitations and guarding. It wasn't until the traces of fate quietly emerged and the fragmentary clues were pieced together that I was shocked to realize that these three people were actually her whom I had been dreaming about - a shocking change in her hometown. She had long since left her body and returned to the dust. Her consciousness was hidden in the void, and her three souls each settled in a corner, scattered in the hidden places in the three realms that no one could find. I followed my instinct to protect every fragment of her. The afterimages of the sword and the master from my previous life repeatedly appeared in my dreams. The truth about the separation of the three bodies was far from simple as I thought. There was an unknown haze in the dark, approaching step by step.